Luyện nghe bài hát Playboy

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

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

Holdin' my torch down, even when the force
You let your wife roam, she a divorce now
You niggaz ain't this gully, 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 I read your head, you be a Robin
I know your type, all over beat screamin'
You call it hypin' up, I call it street dreamin'

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

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

Come here, take a look inside a entertainer's
I trust a bitch, I blame Lorena Bobbitt
Niggaz stay in pocket, I know mad at me
But shit ain't all peaches and cream, and I 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 bottles 'til they all gone
If you leavin' 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 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' 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 you're not wrong
Dawg, you're not flashy, jux you got to blast me
Every is classy, nobody on your block can match me

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

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

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

Half of these real niggaz'll probably sing
Nah, I ain't pullin' over, learned from Rodney King
So tell homey 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 leavin' here with us, you can walk home
'Cause someone else will, know how we ride
If you a playboy, you got one on side
Keep your mouth closed, we don't let the ride

Everybody on the left get yo' up
(Get yo' up)
Everybody on the get yo' hands up
(Get yo' up)
Everybody up front get yo' up
(Get yo' up)
And everybody out get yo' hands up
(What)

And if you in here with a strap get yo' 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!