Luyện nghe bài hát Paisley Darts

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

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

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

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

Life's a B, and big bills
Bottles, biscuits, bitches, blunts, bad boys bodying pit
Karate, black and I bring booze
To big bar brawls, ball games blasting, fuck my balls blue

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

Let my wallet walk, to niggaz, cops, judges
We put it down, style, with three killas
Based on money, will 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 just
Paid a lot of paper to here
gangster status, Big Brother, lemme get in ya ear

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

Let me show you how I G ride, on both sides
Nobody riding shotgun but the
Nigga, if you won't try, I'll ya something to regret
Throw that semi to ya neck

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

Known for drug dealing, thousands
Four hundred grand in the couches, two hundred grand on the
At any time I could up out this
And go and cop shit up in the mountains

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

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

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

Fuck that, 'bout time we it back to the block
The task force coming, I got crack in my
Rock on the dinner plate, get cash, shit is hot
Smash on the Interstate, we dash on the cops

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

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

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

We on our grown man shit like Jones
Traveling across the while we smoking the bone
We all grinding, y'all niggaz know what we do
We get it in with the Murderland, too

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

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