Luyện nghe bài hát Playboy

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

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

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

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

I do it for all the haters, the players with the 'gators
They lookin' 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 with the

Even my knows, I got all kind of hoes
They outside of shows, strict after the diner close
I'll get designer clothes, without the or rose
Take off my baby mink, and Carolina Vogues

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

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

(What)

(What)

(What)

(Right, damn)
(Let's go)

I do this for the hood, niggaz stuck in the
I smile 'cause I'm good, you act tough for the
Run from the lil' kids, they with Santa
'Cause they like 2Pac more, word? to my grandma

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

You wanna fight, unless you wanna fight
For your life in the hospital a hundred
I know your type, run your girlfriend rushin'
You call it quality time, I it handcuffin'

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

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

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

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

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

And if you in here with a get yo' hands 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
Lloyd Banks,
Ooh!