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 kicking at your
Here the paramedics!
It goes 1 for the ghetto, 2 run it
the
, 100 miles and
Here the paramedics!
Here come the pain! got a name
Ever since an I've been deep in the game
All I need is more weed, a little for the pain
So good like a hook from
They say nobody til somebody kills you
I say "go be somebody, if it kills you."
say "death smells like bad ass weave"
Another watch, chain: last thing a nigga needs
I swear to God, a couple right by the stand
my half a hundred, case another hundred grand
And get some when your conscious keep waking ya
The evil kicks in and them demons shaking ya
Every night, dude, I wake up in a sweat
Get dressed and hit the club in a cold
God damn, girl, you so sexy, shit
But why they riding to your old shit?
Party by the beat, all still riding ya
Party by the big riders, still with ya
Party by the real still hustling to ya
I know you're in the day, ain't nothing to ya
They say worth about a thousand words
These talking like they really worth a thousand birds
come the paramedics, bitch I done told you
When calling beef, it's for the tofu
See us riding like some mobsters, with the full of choppers
Give a nigga a couple shots, and I ain't about vodka
Hanging out the sunroof, Snowman
live 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 stack
Let you suckers make it rain, I'll make it
And pile all hoes 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 birds
...Well I still flip birds!
Word to the doors on I'm sitting on
Ain't a rapper alive me and Jeezy shitting on
Who else you know shit out Benjamins, and Patron?
Put Michael between us, and let's get it on!
Hey Snowman, niggas hustling backwards
I'mma the K out, and turn em back around
Look, if I you half a chicken, can you break that bitch down?
Tell the truth, it's me nigga, ain't nobody around
Jeezy it's a recession, so we hustling that Mayweather
?
the best for pound, like Mayweather
Undisputed: I lost a brick
UPS, FedEx and duct tape to a
Put her ass on that
that ho to stay down
Sleep the first 48, and up in the A-Town
Give a fuck about a
Die for the paper, hustle
Nigga, I take the sky a scraper
The out a baby mouth,
the fire out of Satan's
These rappers saints, we pull them fucking gauges out
Black
kicking in the door, at your 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