Luyện nghe bài hát RedEye To Paris

Cause y'all grew up watchin' Rambo and Commando and Cobra and Schwarzenegger, coincidently is now the governor of a in America. So where does the social responsibility fall for Hollywood? Na'mean that's why me I try tell us that art is a reflection of life. I wants the youth not to shoot and leave a song about it

[Verse 1: Erick Arc
How can I only handle my business from 9-5
I smoke dope, I call that potent, smokin' till I'm paralyzed
High as hell I'm blinded, Zombies been pilot
year my bro told me get mine
Oui oui, we in
Skepta MC, architecture the textures of
My complexion obsessive to when I call to freaks
While mind is matured I got my green from my fans
So if you smokin' on Reggie, I smack that green from your
My revival, ye nah me title cause man are stifle
No man, no war, no
Me day are in the ghetto, sense it pon' me head
If I was a star, to God I'd be Fredro
It's all fashion, I good I talks lavish
Led to fame, a French name, expensive
out to chicken wings from Bob Backlund
Whole Foods, I eats good, organic

2: Zombie Juice]
In Paris, got hotties, no molly ganji
Stone a brick, meet you in the lobby
Gettin' dome off the rip, gold tints
like I whip, lay my shit down ya shrimp
Technical spray and beheaded
Get used to
They useful, they to slaves
[?] man use their
The proofs of
Hidden in roots
Livin'? I'm barely, shoot
To the stars and cave in the
Big timer for the majors proof
Skepta the ganja, salute
Represent for my mama, stay
get it for low and the flip too
Flatbush in the news, killed who?
of the blue gotta trust who
Money on my mind, what I've through
All in the scroll with a issue
Sticking to the dry a tissue
Sacrifice for the world, gonna you
One wish, few blunts and a
White [?] we miss you
Tip top, rap's official
Not hot, been told not
Big shot, big my [?]
Zombies blow wide,

[Hook: Erick Arc (x2)
Yo shawty on my wood
Ay it ain't no problem cause we smokin' on good good
Light one for my niggas who represent the hood
You know we smokin' that fire, she light the
I just fuck her good

[Verse 3: Meechy
Won't be known until I'm on and hand me the throne
Physically been many places but I'm own
If a nice as me then he must be a clone
Yo bitch is foamin at the mouth, I had to her a bone
Niggas should be embarrassed I caught her red eyed in
Eyes red from smokin' the
Ah shit that classic, I'm pass me it
Bitch and I it, pass me a tab of some acid
Pass me the globe and I that bitch
you know what the best is
You Hardly Bent I'm Dent
Put my faith in the flip, you ain't a
reign ain't shit, you put your faith in the bitch
Saint laurent crash denims, my shit came with the
My is sick, I spit more than a retard's kiss
I'm in bitch, I raided my hips like I'm ravishing Rick
I'm rather sick, ahh fell my vibe, my drip
I wore a rubber night, so that cannot be my kid
Do as I say and get out, my actions and live

[Verse 4:
I get from the north and the west
from the south and the east
It's a zombie attack you bitches, we don't care about the
I know you heard about the single, and you know about the album I'm about to release
That's why I'm in taking pics with the girls outside on the streets
There never be another like me, rep my gang 'til I D.I.E
And I don't get buried in a grave
Burn me and throw my in the sea (amen)
Hennessey and in the cup
And Pierre got me the weed and the
I'm gonna smoke my spliff 'til it gets to the roach and it my fingers
the rude boy spit now
Musical chairs make a man sit
Any size, little rave or a big
Somebody's die here like Chris Brown
Picture me in the hood on the run from the police, up to no good
with no license, two packs in the passenger seat, looking like Suge
Fuck that, I've get paid I swear, I'm tryn'a be the hustler of the year
I've been killing it for lots of years, put money on my head, that's stocks and
I put the work in, I go too hard, business man no business card
Take a good look right now, the last time you see a boy like me spitting these bars
[Hook: Arc Elliot] (x2)