Luyện nghe bài hát Paramedics

2 run it
snowman,
100 and gunning
come the paramedics!
It goes 1 for the money, 2 for the
On the of 3
, niggas at your door
come the paramedics!
It 1 for the ghetto, 2 niggas run it
the
, 100 miles and
come the paramedics!
Here come the pain! I've got a
Ever since an adolescent I've been in the game
All I is more weed, a little something for the pain
So good like a hook T-Pain
They say you're nobody til somebody you
I say "go be somebody, if it kills you."
They say "death like bad ass weave"
Another watch, another chain: last thing a needs
I swear to God, a couple right by the stand
my half a hundred, case another hundred grand
And get some rest when conscious keep waking ya
The evil kicks in and them demons shaking ya
night, dude, I wake up in a cold sweat
Get and hit the club in a cold vest
God damn, girl, you so sexy, cold
But why they still riding to old shit?
Party by the beat, all still riding ya
by the big riders, still siding with ya
Party by the real niggas still to ya
I know you're 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 done you
When niggas calling beef, it's for the
See us riding some mobsters, with the trunk full of choppers
Give a nigga a couple shots, and I talking about vodka
Hanging out the sunroof, driving
Nigga through these shots: Put his ass on Survivor!
up at the trap, I ain't 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 pile all them hoes in the of my Beemer
Hit the freeway, "Ghetto Boys", with the V12 steaming
Top down, in the rain, California
I'd be if I said I still flip birds
...Well nigga I flip birds!
to the doors on this? 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 Buffer between us, and get it on!
Hey Snowman, niggas hustling backwards
I'mma the K out, and turn em back around
Look, if I give you half a chicken, can you break that bitch
Tell the truth, me nigga, ain't nobody else around
Jeezy said it's a recession, so we hustling Mayweather
?
the best for pound, like Mayweather
Undisputed: I never lost a
UPS, and duct tape to a bitch
Put her ass on greyhound
Tell that ho to stay
Sleep the first 48, and up in the A-Town
Give a fuck a bitch
Die for the paper, hustle
Nigga, I take the sky a scraper
The Gerber out a mouth,
the fire out of house
These rappers turned saints, we pull fucking gauges out
Black
kicking in the door, at your lady
He at the strip club, well it, we gon wait it out
You him off, so now all the K's is out
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shot him down from the house