Luyện nghe bài hát Paisley Darts

Yo, yo, yo, yo, yo, yeah, yo, yeah, yo

Catch me on yo' brochure with beach balls, at least whores
Head wop Queens know how to work jaws
They skin tone is coffee and milk, up
Ass as big as my boss' wife, ripped up

Spitting liquor in mouth, cold Moet
Morgan, taking flicks, posing, holding my tech
With cowboy hats and coach bags, party like rock stars
Bo Gary watches, just chill, they down in the bars

And me, gunslinger, clips, D
My fashion on, I'm 'em new Rasheeds
finish ya, go in brother like Mr. Cee
You could find me up like the mice in cheese

a B, Bentley and big bills
Bottles, biscuits, bitches, blunts, bad boys pit bulls
Karate, black belt and I booze
To big bar brawls, games blasting, fuck 'til my balls blue

We like the black Yankees, old who sit in the rest
Thankful, counting up currency and move it rain, pour
From every bitch we bless, we hit up, automatic love
The Cuban niggaz is the realest

Let my wallet walk, speak to niggaz, cops,
We put it down, style, with three killas
Based on money, dummies die
It funny, trying to front on mine, we get in ya mommy

cool, nigga, read him the rules, before he bleeding in pools
And fuck my shit up, and I'ma lose
a lot of paper to live here
American gangster status, Big Brother, get in ya ear

You know what time it is, it is, no matter what rhyme it is
We gon' stay fly, hit lye, rock diamond
Based on a general's fist of
Neck, arm, money, all of that's crispy

Let me show you how I G ride, on both sides
riding shotgun but the four-five
Nigga, if you try, I'll give ya something to regret
Throw that mothafucking semi to ya

Throw the other black to ya chest
If you budge, you get stretched, more, nothing less
Pay respect, I'm a element of Homicide
In other words, bitch, I'm the resident from Housing

for drug dealing, stack thousands
Four grand in the couches, two hundred grand on the houses
At any time I move up out this
And go and cop some up in the mountains

Aiyo, aiyo, you know ya boy fresher than produce
Timberland snow boots, collecting cream than a toll booth
I grind daily, like Tom Brady
I'm the bomb, baby, 'cuz I write is beyond crazy

I'm the Don with the armor, good karma, Mac Palmer
Call me Arab Diesel I'm a track bomber
that, my niggaz ain't got it cracked
All we do is dollar stack, get like bottle caps

While you on the block indicted, we island hopping
Globe through the friendly skies flying United
There's a party over and everybody's invited
The headliners is and everybody's excited

Fuck that, 'bout we took it back to the block
The task coming, I got crack in my sock
White on the dinner plate, get cash, shit is hot
Smash whips on the Interstate, we dash on the

It's dudes, drug slingers, 1-6, ooh
Crime figure, spitter, his gun spit too
'em Sex Pistols, ravishing, nigga, I'm Rick Rude
And ain't many mothafuckas fit up in Rick's shoes

Man, listen, ice glisten, they the life we living
That's a given, like football players white women
White linen, a tight denim, that ass right in 'em
Shit, I'm riding 'em, cool as Kahlua's ice in 'em, shit

Aiyo, yo, yo, yo, I the mic to Cap, nah, I pass it back
Never, son, hold that, you the of the rap attack
So knick knack patty wack, is how we do it black
Slap you with the where actual facts is sold as facts

We on our grown man shit like Quincy
Traveling across the world while we the bone
We all here grinding, y'all niggaz know we do
We get it in the Murderland, Chi-town too

Hit you up, nice 'til the death of Yakub
Swagger stuck on ya face like a New tool
Right back at you, yeah me and my dude
We'll fuck fake contracts and niggaz that's phony

Trying to get this money, homey
And lay back in the Riverside, just chill, relax the piece
Link up with a fly dime, and a chrome piece
for that gwop, yeah nigga, you got beef