Luyện nghe bài hát RedEye To Paris

Cause y'all grew up watchin' Rambo and and Cobra and Schwarzenegger, coincidently is now the governor of a state 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 from this 9-5
I smoke that dope, I call that potent, smokin' I'm paralyzed
as hell I'm blinded, Zombies been auto pilot
This year my bro me get mine
Oui oui, we in
Skepta MC, the textures of beats
My complexion obsessive to infections I call to freaks
this mind is matured I got my green from my fans
So if you smokin' on Reggie, I smack green from your hands
My revival, ye nah take me title man are stifle
No man, no war, no
Me day are in the ghetto, it pon' me head stone
If I was a star, to God I'd be Fredro
all fashion, I smokes good I talks lavish
Led to fame, a name, expensive habits
Tappin' out to chicken wings Bob Backlund
Foods, I eats good, it's organic

[Verse 2: Zombie
In Paris, got hotties, no just ganji
Stone like a brick, you in the lobby
Gettin' dome off the rip, colored tints
Whip I whip, lay my shit down ya shrimp
Technical spray and beheaded
Get used to
useful, they used to slaves
[?] man use great
The proofs of
in America's roots
Livin'? I'm barely, just
To the stars and cave in the
Big for the majors it's proof
with the ganja, salute
Represent for my mama, stay
get it for low and the flip too
Flatbush in the news, cops killed
Niggas of the blue gotta who
Money on my mind, what I've been
All in the scroll with a issue
to the dry like a tissue
Sacrifice for the world, gonna you
One wish, few and a pistol
Frank [?] we miss you
Tip top, hip-hop official
Not hot, been not official
Big shot, big my [?]
blow wide, continental

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

[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 nigga as me then he must be a clone
Yo is foamin at the mouth, I had to give her a bone
Niggas be embarrassed I caught her red eyed in Paris
Eyes red from the hash
Ah that classic, I'm nasty pass me it
and I smash it, pass me a tab of some acid
Pass me the globe and I trot bitch
Like you know the best is
You Hardly Bent I'm Harvey
Put my faith in the flip, you ain't a
Your reign ain't shit, you put your in the bitch
Saint laurent denims, my shit came with the rips
My flow is sick, I spit more than a kiss
I'm in your bitch, I raided my hips like I'm Rick
I'm rather sick, ahh my vibe, catchin' my drip
I wore a rubber that night, so cannot be my kid
Do as I say and get out, follow my and live

4: Skepta]
I get love from the and the west
from the south and the east
It's a zombie attack you bitches, we care about the police
I know you heard about the single, and you know the album that I'm about to release
That's why I'm in Paris taking pics with the girls outside on the
There will never be another like me, rep my gang I D.I.E
And I wanna get buried in a grave
Burn me and throw my in the sea (amen)
and Coke in the cup
And got me the weed and the Rizlas
I'm gonna smoke my spliff 'til it gets to the roach and it burns my
Watch the rude boy now
chairs make a man sit down
Any size, little rave or a big
Somebody's die here like Chris Brown
me broke in the hood on the run from the police, up to no good
Driving with no license, two packs in the seat, looking like Suge
that, I've gotta get paid I swear, I'm tryn'a be the hustler of the year
I've been it for lots of years, put money on my head, that's stocks and shares
I put the work in, I go too hard, business man no business card
Take a good right now, the last time you see a rude boy like me spitting these bars
Erick Arc Elliot] (x2)