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, out the land of sinners
The is tan with spinners, check out the white mirrors
Blow with the winners, while you and your man's finished
Two in your Rams fitteds, off your light switch

Holdin' my torch down, even when the force
You let your wife roam, she a divorce now
You niggaz ain't this gully, play it I paint your
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, all over beat screamin'
You call it hypin' yourself up, I call it dreamin'

I do it for all the haters, the players roll with the
lookin' forward to favors, gossip is all they gave us
You wasn't quiet, meet the whales 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 after the diner
I'll get designer clothes, without the or rose
Take off my baby blue mink, and Carolina

Come here, take a look inside a entertainer's
I never a bitch, I blame Lorena Bobbitt
stay 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 all gone
If you ain't leavin' here with us, you can home
'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

(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 for the camera
Run from the lil' kids, they fuckin' with
'Cause they like more, word? Word to my grandma

I figure I might as leave here with my glock drawn
'Cause they'll ya to jail, even when you're not wrong
Dawg, you're not flashy, jux you got to blast me
Every rock is classy, on your block can match me

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

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

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

Half of these so-called real niggaz'll probably
Nah, I ain't pullin' over, learned from Rodney King
So your homey chill, you know I hold the steel
be jabs 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' 'til they 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 side
Keep your closed, we don't let the beef ride

Everybody on the left get yo' 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!