Luyện nghe bài hát Playboy

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

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

Holdin' my down, even when the force 'round
You let wife roam, she want a divorce now
You niggaz this gully, play it I paint your skully
You never take this from me the riders and all the gangsters me

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

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

my momma knows, I got all kind of hoes
They wait outside of shows, after 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 inside a entertainer's
I never a bitch, I blame Lorena Bobbitt
Niggaz stay in pocket, I you're mad at me
But shit ain't all 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 they all gone
If you ain't leavin' with us, you can walk home
'Cause someone will, they know how we ride
If you a playboy, you got one on side
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 smile 'cause I'm good, you act tough for the
Run from the lil' kids, they with Santa
'Cause they like 2Pac more, word? Word to my

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

You wanna fight, unless you wanna fight
For your life in the hospital a nights
I know type, run behind your 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 wore your tight, played Pitty-Pat with the chicks

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

Half of these so-called real probably sing
Nah, I ain't pullin' over, learned that from Rodney
So tell your homey chill, you I hold the steel
be jabs and hooks, and you ain't 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' bottles 'til they all
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
your mouth closed, we don't let the beef 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 out back get yo' hands up
(What)

And if you in with 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 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!