Luyện nghe bài hát Playboy

Aw man, can I get a raw
ready, y'all ready
For the man
The Banks

Guess who's the man winter, straight out the land of sinners
The Range is tan spinners, check out the white mirrors
Blow with the damn winners, while you and your man's
Two in your Rams fitteds, turn off your light

Holdin' my torch down, even when the 'round
You let your wife roam, she want a now
You niggaz ain't this gully, it I paint your skully
You never this from me the riders and all the gangsters love me

You be a problem, I ain't be a problem
See you I read your head, you be a Robin
I know your type, hoppin' all over screamin'
You call it hypin' yourself up, I call it dreamin'

I do it for all the haters, the roll with the 'gators
lookin' forward to favors, gossip is all they gave us
You niggaz wasn't quiet, the whales and the fishes
You leak the precinct up, play Tattletale the snitches

Even my momma knows, I got all of hoes
They wait outside of shows, strict after the close
I'll get designer clothes, the wine or rose
off my baby blue mink, and Carolina Vogues

Come here, a look inside a entertainer's closet
I never trust a bitch, I blame Bobbitt
Niggaz stay in pocket, I you're mad at me
But ain't all peaches and cream, and I ain't Sara Lee

Don't ice me, you starin' at the one
It's a lot of here, go and get a grown one
We at the bar bottles 'til they all gone
If you ain't leavin' with us, you can walk home
'Cause someone else will, know how we ride
If you a playboy, you got one on side
Keep your mouth closed, we let the beef ride

(What)

(What)

(What)

(Right, damn)
(Let's go)

I do for the hood, niggaz stuck in the slammer
I smile 'cause I'm good, you act for the camera
Run from the lil' kids, they fuckin' Santa
they like 2Pac more, word? Word to my grandma

I figure I as well leave here with my glock drawn
'Cause they'll take ya to jail, even when you're not
Dawg, you're not this flashy, jux you got to me
Every rock is classy, nobody on your block can me

You shouldn't fight, unless you wanna fight
For your life in the hospital a nights
I know type, run behind your girlfriend rushin'
You call it quality time, I it handcuffin'

I'm on a in Miami, so you ain't reachin' my family
All weekend with from Puerto Rican Cammie
You wasn't tough, I shoulda snapped two flicks
You wore your pants tight, Pitty-Pat with the chicks

my father knows, where the revolver goes
I bring the beef to your front door Dominoes
And my diamonds froze, that mean my time is
Me in the club from when it's poppin' the time it close

Half of these so-called real niggaz'll sing
Nah, I ain't pullin' over, learned that Rodney King
So tell your homey chill, you I hold the steel
Everything be jabs and hooks, and you Holyfield

Don't ice me, you at the wrong one
It's a lot of here, go and get a grown one
We at the bar poppin' bottles 'til all gone
If you leavin' here with us, you can walk home
'Cause someone else will, they how we ride
If you a playboy, you got one on side
Keep your mouth closed, we don't let the beef

Everybody on the left get yo' up
(Get yo' up)
Everybody on the get yo' hands up
(Get yo' up)
Everybody up get yo' hands up
(Get yo' up)
And everybody out back get yo' up
(What)

And if you in here with a strap get yo' up
(What)
Now put 'em up
(Put 'em up!)
Now put 'em up
(Put 'em up!)
Now put 'em up
(Put 'em up!)
Now put 'em up
(Put 'em up!)
Now put 'em up
(Put 'em up!)
Now put 'em up
(Put 'em up!)

What, man fuck he said man, put 'em up
Now put 'em up
(Put 'em up!)
Now put 'em up
(Put 'em up!)
Now put 'em up
(Put 'em up!)
Now put 'em up
(Put 'em up!)
Now put 'em up
(Put 'em up!)
Now put 'em up
(Put 'em up!)

Ooh
Banks, what?
Ooh!