Luyện nghe bài hát Playboy

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

Guess the man this winter, straight out the land of sinners
The Range is tan with spinners, check out the white
Blow with the damn winners, while you and your finished
Two in your fitteds, turn off your light switch

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

You shouldn't be a problem, I ain't be a
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 street

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

my momma knows, I got all kind of hoes
They wait outside of shows, strict the diner close
I'll get designer clothes, without the wine or
Take off my blue mink, and Carolina Vogues

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

Don't ice me, you at the wrong one
a lot of girls here, go and get a grown one
We at the bar poppin' 'til they all gone
If you ain't leavin' here with us, you can walk
'Cause someone else will, they 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 this for the hood, niggaz stuck in the
I smile I'm good, you act tough for the camera
Run from the kids, they fuckin' with Santa
'Cause they like 2Pac more, Word to my grandma

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

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

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

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

Half of so-called real niggaz'll probably sing
Nah, I ain't pullin' over, learned from Rodney King
So tell your chill, you know 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 ain't here with us, you can walk home
someone else will, they know how we ride
If you a playboy, you got one on East
Keep your mouth closed, we let the beef ride

on the left 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 with a strap 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 what he 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!