Luyện nghe bài hát Playboy

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

Guess who's the man winter, straight 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 switch

Holdin' my torch down, even when the force
You let your roam, she want a divorce now
You niggaz 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, all over beat 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 wasn't quiet, meet the whales and the
You leak the precinct up, Tattletale with the snitches

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

Come here, take a look inside a closet
I never a bitch, I blame Lorena Bobbitt
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 at the wrong 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' here with us, you can walk
'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 beef

(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 lil' kids, they with Santa
'Cause they like 2Pac more, word? to my grandma

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

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

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

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

Half of these so-called niggaz'll probably 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 starin' at the one
a lot of girls here, go and get a grown one
We at the bar poppin' 'til they all gone
If you ain't leavin' here with us, you can walk
'Cause someone else will, they how we ride
If you a playboy, you got one on East
Keep your mouth closed, we don't let the beef

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 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 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!