Luyện nghe bài hát Paramedics

2 run it
snowman,
100 miles and
come the paramedics!
It goes 1 for the money, 2 for the
On the of 3
, niggas at your door
come the paramedics!
It goes 1 for the ghetto, 2 run it
the
, 100 miles and
Here the paramedics!
Here come the pain! I've got a
Ever since an adolescent I've deep in the game
All I need is more weed, a something for the pain
So good like a from T-Pain
They say nobody til somebody kills you
I say "go be somebody, even if it you."
They say "death like bad ass weave"
Another watch, chain: last thing a nigga needs
I swear to God, a couple by the night stand
Clip my half a hundred, another hundred grand
And get rest when your conscious keep waking ya
The evil in and them demons start shaking ya
night, dude, I wake up in a cold sweat
Get dressed and hit the in a cold vest
God damn, girl, you so sexy, cold
But why they still to your old shit?
Party by the beat, all still with ya
Party by the big riders, still with ya
Party by the niggas still hustling to ya
I know you're here in the day, ain't to ya
say pictures worth about a thousand words
These talking like they really worth a thousand birds
Here come the paramedics, bitch I done you
When niggas calling beef, it's for the
See us riding like some mobsters, the trunk full of choppers
a nigga a couple shots, and I ain't talking about vodka
Hanging out the sunroof, driving
Nigga through these shots: Put his ass on Survivor!
Fresh up at the trap, I ain't never a rat
Get cheese like a mouse, so I'm honest throwing
Let you suckers make it rain, I'll it Katrina
And pile all them in the back of my Beemer
Hit the freeway, bumping "Ghetto Boys", the V12 steaming
Top down, in the rain, dreaming
I'd be lying if I said I still flip
...Well nigga I still birds!
Word to the doors on I'm sitting on
Ain't a rapper me and Jeezy ain't shitting on
Who else you shit out Benjamins, and piss Patron?
Put Michael Buffer us, and let's get it on!
Hey Snowman, these niggas backwards
I'mma pull the K out, and turn em around
Look, if I give you half a chicken, can you break that down?
Tell the truth, me nigga, ain't nobody else around
said it's a recession, so we hustling that Mayweather
?
the best pound for pound, Mayweather
I never lost a brick
UPS, FedEx and duct tape to a
Put her ass on that
Tell ho to stay down
the first 48, and wake up in the A-Town
Give a fuck about a
Die for the paper, hustle
Nigga, I take the sky from a
The Gerber out a mouth,
the fire out of Satan's
These rappers turned saints, we pull fucking gauges out
Black
kicking in the door, at lady house
He at the club, well fuck it, we gon wait it out
You him off, so now all the K's is out
?
him down from the neighbor's house