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
, kicking at your door
Here the paramedics!
It 1 for the ghetto, 2 niggas run it
the
, 100 and gunning
come the paramedics!
Here come the pain! got a name
Ever since an adolescent been deep in the game
All I need is weed, a little something for the pain
So like a hook from T-Pain
say you're nobody til somebody kills you
I say "go be somebody, even if it 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 night
Clip my half a hundred, another hundred grand
And get some rest when your conscious waking ya
The evil kicks in and them demons shaking ya
Every night, dude, I wake up in a cold
Get and hit the club in a cold vest
God damn, girl, you so sexy, shit
But why they still riding to 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 you're here in the day, ain't to ya
They say pictures worth a thousand words
niggas 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 trunk of choppers
Give a nigga a couple shots, and I talking about vodka
out the sunroof, Snowman driving
Nigga live 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 honest throwing
Let you suckers it rain, I'll make it Katrina
And pile all them hoes in the of my Beemer
Hit the freeway, bumping "Ghetto Boys", with the V12
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 this? I'm on
a rapper alive me and Jeezy ain't shitting on
Who you know shit out Benjamins, and piss Patron?
Put Buffer 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 give you half a chicken, can you break bitch down?
Tell the truth, it's me nigga, ain't nobody else
Jeezy said it's a recession, so we that Mayweather
?
the best pound for pound, like
Undisputed: I never a brick
UPS, FedEx and duct tape to a
Put her ass on that
Tell that ho to down
the first 48, and wake up in the A-Town
Give a fuck about a
Die for the paper, relentless
Nigga, I the sky from a scraper
The out a baby mouth,
the fire out of house
These rappers turned saints, we them fucking gauges out
Tims
kicking in the door, at your house
He at the strip club, well it, we gon wait it out
You him off, so now all the K's is out
?
shot him down the neighbor's house