Luyện nghe bài hát Paramedics

2 run it
snowman,
100 miles and
come the paramedics!
It 1 for the money, 2 for the dough
On the of 3
, kicking at your door
come the paramedics!
It goes 1 for the ghetto, 2 run it
the
, 100 and gunning
come the paramedics!
Here the pain! I've got a name
Ever an adolescent I've been deep in the game
All I need is more weed, a little for the pain
So good like a from T-Pain
They say you're nobody til somebody you
I say "go be somebody, even if it you."
say "death smells like bad ass weave"
Another watch, another chain: last thing a nigga
I to God, a couple right by the night stand
Clip my half a hundred, case another grand
And get some rest your conscious keep waking ya
The kicks in and them demons start shaking ya
Every night, dude, I up in a cold sweat
Get dressed and hit the in a cold vest
God damn, girl, you so sexy, shit
But why they still to your old shit?
by the beat, all still riding with ya
Party by the big riders, still siding ya
Party by the real niggas still to ya
I know here in the day, ain't nothing to ya
They say pictures about a thousand words
These talking like they really worth a thousand birds
Here come the paramedics, bitch I told you
When niggas calling beef, it's for the
See us riding like some mobsters, with the full of choppers
Give a a couple shots, and I ain't talking about vodka
Hanging out the sunroof, Snowman
Nigga through these shots: Put his ass on Survivor!
Fresh up at the trap, I never been a rat
Get cheese like a mouse, so I'm throwing stack
Let you suckers make it rain, I'll make it
And all them hoes in the back of my Beemer
Hit the freeway, bumping "Ghetto Boys", the V12 steaming
Top down, in the rain, California
I'd be if I said I still flip birds
...Well I still flip birds!
to the doors on this? I'm sitting on
Ain't a alive me and Jeezy ain't shitting on
Who you know shit out Benjamins, and piss Patron?
Put Michael Buffer between us, and get it on!
Hey Snowman, these niggas hustling
pull the K out, and turn em back around
Look, if I give you half a chicken, can you that bitch down?
Tell the truth, me nigga, ain't nobody else around
said it's a recession, so we hustling that Mayweather
?
the best for pound, like Mayweather
Undisputed: I never a brick
UPS, FedEx and duct tape to a
Put her ass on greyhound
Tell ho to stay down
Sleep the 48, and wake up in the A-Town
Give a about a bitch
Die for the paper, hustle
Nigga, I the sky from a scraper
The Gerber out a mouth,
the fire out of Satan's
These rappers turned saints, we pull them gauges out
Tims
kicking in the door, at your house
He at the strip club, fuck it, we gon wait it out
You him off, so now all the K's is out
?
shot him down from the house