Luyện nghe bài hát RedEye To Paris

Cause y'all grew up watchin' Rambo and Commando and 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: Arc Elliott]
How can I only handle my business from 9-5
I smoke that dope, I call potent, smokin' till I'm paralyzed
as hell I'm blinded, Zombies been auto pilot
This year my bro told me get
Oui oui, we in
Skepta MC, the textures of beats
My complexion obsessive to infections when I to freaks
While this mind is matured I got my green my fans
So if you smokin' on Reggie, I smack that green from hands
My revival, ye nah take me title cause man are
No man, no war, no
Me day are in the ghetto, sense it me head stone
If I was a star, word to God I'd be
all fashion, I smokes good I talks lavish
Led to fame, a name, expensive habits
Tappin' out to wings from Bob Backlund
Whole Foods, I good, it's organic

2: Zombie Juice]
In Paris, got hotties, no molly just
like a brick, meet you in the lobby
Gettin' dome off the rip, gold colored
Whip like I whip, lay my down ya shrimp
message spray and beheaded
Get used to
They useful, they to slaves
[?] man use great
The of mis-truth
Hidden in America's
Livin'? I'm barely, shoot
To the stars and cave in the
Big for the majors it's proof
Skepta with the ganja,
Represent for my mama, true
get it for low and the flip too
Flatbush in the news, killed who?
Niggas of the blue trust who
Money on my mind, what I've through
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 rap's
Not hot, been told not
Big shot, big my [?]
Zombies blow wide,

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

[Verse 3: Meechy
Won't be known I'm on and niggas hand me the throne
been many places but I'm Brooklyn's own
If a nigga nice as me then he must be a
Yo bitch is foamin at the mouth, I had to give her a
Niggas should be embarrassed I caught her red eyed in
Eyes red from smokin' the
Ah shit 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 that
you know what the best is
You Hardly Bent I'm Harvey
Put my faith in the flip, you a pimp
Your reign ain't shit, you put your faith in the
Saint crash denims, my shit came with the rips
My flow is sick, I spit more than a retard's
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 that night, so that be my kid
Do as I say and get out, follow my and live

[Verse 4:
I get love the north and the west
Love from the south and the
It's a zombie you bitches, we don't care about the police
I know you heard about the single, and you about the album that I'm about to release
That's why I'm in Paris taking pics with the girls on the streets
will never be another like me, rep my gang 'til I D.I.E
And I don't get buried in a grave
me and throw my ashes in the sea (amen)
Hennessey and in the cup
And Pierre got me the and the Rizlas
I'm gonna smoke my spliff it gets to the roach and it burns my fingers
the rude boy spit now
Musical chairs make a man sit
Any size, little rave or a big
Somebody's gonna die here like Chris
Picture me broke in the hood on the run from the police, up to no
Driving with no license, two packs in the passenger seat, looking like
Fuck that, I've gotta get 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 with no business
Take a good look right now, the last time you see a rude boy like me spitting bars
[Hook: Arc Elliot] (x2)