Luyện nghe bài hát Playboy

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

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

Holdin' my torch down, even the force 'round
You let your wife roam, she a divorce now
You niggaz this gully, play it I paint your skully
You never take this from me the riders and all the love me

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

I do it for all the haters, the players roll the 'gators
lookin' forward to favors, gossip is all they gave us
You niggaz quiet, meet the whales and the fishes
You leak the precinct up, play Tattletale the snitches

Even my momma knows, I got all kind of
They wait of shows, strict after the diner close
I'll get clothes, without the wine or rose
Take off my baby blue mink, and Carolina

Come here, a look inside a entertainer's closet
I never trust a bitch, I Lorena Bobbitt
stay in pocket, I know you're mad at me
But shit ain't all 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' with us, you can walk home
'Cause someone else will, they know how we
If you a playboy, you got one on side
Keep mouth closed, we don't let the beef ride

(What)

(What)

(What)

(Right, damn)
(Let's go)

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

I I might 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
rock is classy, nobody on your block can match me

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

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

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

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

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 poppin' bottles 'til all gone
If you ain't leavin' here with us, you can home
'Cause someone else will, know how we ride
If you a playboy, you got one on East
your mouth closed, we don't let the beef ride

Everybody on the get yo' hands up
(Get yo' up)
Everybody on the right get yo' up
(Get yo' up)
up front 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 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!