Luyện nghe bài hát Playboy

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

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

Holdin' my torch down, even 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 this from me the riders and all the gangsters love me

You shouldn't be a problem, I be a problem
See you later I your head, you be a Robin
I know your type, hoppin' all over beat
You call it hypin' 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, meet the whales and the
You leak the up, play Tattletale with 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 wine or
off my baby blue mink, and Carolina Vogues

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

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' 'til they all gone
If you ain't leavin' here us, you can walk home
'Cause someone else will, they know how we
If you a playboy, you got one on side
Keep your mouth closed, we don't let the ride

(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 with Santa
'Cause they like more, word? Word to my grandma

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

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

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 two flicks
You your pants tight, played Pitty-Pat with the chicks

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

Half of so-called real niggaz'll probably sing
Nah, I ain't pullin' over, that 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 starin' at the one
It's a lot of here, go and get a grown one
We at the bar poppin' 'til they all gone
If you ain't leavin' with us, you can walk home
'Cause someone else will, know how we ride
If you a playboy, you got one on side
Keep mouth closed, we don't 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 front get yo' 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!