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, straight out the land of
The Range is tan with spinners, check out the mirrors
with the damn winners, while you and your man's finished
Two in your fitteds, turn off your light switch

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

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

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

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

Come here, take a look a entertainer's closet
I never trust a bitch, I blame Lorena
Niggaz stay in pocket, I know mad at me
But shit 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 poppin' bottles 'til all gone
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 let the beef ride

(What)

(What)

(What)

(Right, damn)
(Let's go)

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

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

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

I'm on a beach in Miami, so you ain't 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

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

Half of these so-called real niggaz'll sing
Nah, I ain't pullin' over, learned that from Rodney
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 girls here, go and get a one
We at the bar poppin' bottles they all gone
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 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)
Everybody up get yo' hands up
(Get yo' up)
And everybody out get yo' hands up
(What)

And if you in here 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 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!