Luyện nghe bài hát Paramedics

2 run it
snowman,
100 and gunning
Here the paramedics!
It 1 for the money, 2 for the dough
On the of 3
, niggas kicking at your
come the paramedics!
It goes 1 for the ghetto, 2 run it
the
, 100 miles and
Here the paramedics!
Here the pain! I've got a name
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 from T-Pain
say you're nobody til somebody kills you
I say "go be somebody, if it kills you."
They say "death smells bad ass weave"
watch, another chain: last thing a nigga needs
I swear to God, a couple right by the stand
Clip my half a hundred, case hundred grand
And get some rest 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, shit
But why they still to your old shit?
Party by the beat, all riding with ya
Party by the big riders, siding with ya
by the real niggas still hustling to ya
I know here in the day, ain't nothing to ya
They say pictures worth a thousand words
These niggas talking like they really worth a thousand
Here come the paramedics, bitch I done you
When niggas calling beef, it's for the
See us like some mobsters, with the trunk full of choppers
Give a nigga a couple shots, and I ain't talking vodka
out the sunroof, Snowman driving
Nigga live through these Put his ass on Survivor!
Fresh up at the trap, I ain't never a rat
Get cheese a mouse, so I'm honest throwing stack
Let you suckers it rain, I'll make it Katrina
And pile all hoes in the back of my Beemer
Hit the freeway, bumping "Ghetto Boys", with the V12
Top down, in the rain, California
I'd be lying if I said I flip birds
...Well nigga I still birds!
Word to the doors on this? I'm on
Ain't a rapper alive me and ain't shitting on
Who else you know shit out Benjamins, and piss
Put Michael Buffer us, and let's get it on!
Hey Snowman, these niggas hustling
I'mma pull the K out, and em back around
Look, if I give you a chicken, can you break that bitch down?
Tell the truth, it's me nigga, ain't nobody around
Jeezy said a recession, so we hustling that Mayweather
?
the best for pound, like Mayweather
Undisputed: I lost a brick
UPS, and duct tape to a bitch
Put her ass on that
Tell that ho to down
Sleep the 48, and wake up in the A-Town
a fuck about a bitch
Die for the paper, relentless
Nigga, I the sky from a scraper
The out a baby mouth,
the out of Satan's house
These rappers turned saints, we them fucking gauges out
Tims
kicking in the door, at your lady
He at the strip club, well fuck it, we gon it out
You him off, so now all the K's is out
?
shot him from the neighbor's house