Luyện nghe bài hát Playboy

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

who's the man this winter, straight 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 Rams fitteds, turn off your light switch

Holdin' my torch down, even the force 'round
You let your wife roam, she want a 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 your head, you be a Robin
I know type, hoppin' all over beat screamin'
You it hypin' yourself up, I call it street dreamin'

I do it for all the haters, the roll 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 precinct up, play Tattletale the snitches

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

Come here, take a look a entertainer's closet
I never trust a bitch, I blame Lorena
Niggaz in pocket, I know you're mad at me
But ain't 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' bottles they all gone
If you ain't leavin' with us, you can walk home
'Cause someone else will, they know how we
If you a playboy, you got one on East
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 in the slammer
I smile 'cause I'm good, you act for the camera
Run from the lil' kids, they fuckin' with
they like 2Pac more, word? Word to my grandma

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

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

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

my father knows, where the revolver goes
I the beef to your front door like Dominoes
And my diamonds froze, that 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 Rodney King
So tell your homey chill, you know I the steel
Everything be and hooks, and you ain't Holyfield

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' bottles 'til all gone
If you ain't here with us, you can walk home
'Cause else will, they know how we ride
If you a playboy, you got one on East
Keep your mouth closed, we 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 get yo' hands up
(Get yo' up)
And everybody out back get yo' 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!