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

1: Erick Arc Elliott]
How can I only handle my business this 9-5
I smoke dope, I call that potent, smokin' till I'm paralyzed
High as hell I'm blinded, Zombies been auto
This 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 this mind is matured I got my from my fans
So if you on Reggie, I smack that green from your hands
My revival, ye nah take me title cause man are
No man, no war, no
Me day are in the ghetto, sense it pon' me head
If I was a star, word to God I'd be
It's all fashion, I smokes good I lavish
Led to fame, a name, expensive habits
Tappin' out to chicken from Bob Backlund
Whole Foods, I eats good, organic

[Verse 2: Juice]
In Paris, got hotties, no just ganji
like a brick, meet you in the lobby
Gettin' dome off the rip, gold tints
Whip like I whip, lay my shit ya shrimp
Technical message spray and
Get used to
useful, they used to slaves
[?] man use their
The of mis-truth
Hidden in roots
Livin'? I'm barely, shoot
To the stars and cave in the
Big timer for the majors proof
with the ganja, salute
Represent for my mama, true
get it for low and the flip too
Flatbush in the news, cops killed
Niggas of the blue trust who
Money on my mind, what I've through
All alone in the scroll with a
Sticking to the dry like a
Sacrifice for the world, gonna you
One wish, few blunts and a
Frank White [?] we you
Tip top, rap's official
Not hot, been not official
Big shot, big my [?]
blow wide, continental

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

3: Meechy Darko]
Won't be known until I'm on and niggas me the throne
Physically been many but I'm Brooklyn's 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 should be I caught her red eyed in Paris
Eyes red from the hash
Ah shit that classic, I'm pass me it
Bitch and I smash it, me a tab of some acid
Pass me the globe and I trot that
Like you what the best is
You Hardly Bent I'm Harvey
Put my faith in the flip, you ain't a
Your ain't shit, you put your faith in the bitch
Saint laurent crash denims, my shit came the rips
My flow is sick, I more than a retard's kiss
I'm in your bitch, I raided my hips like I'm Rick
I'm rather sick, ahh fell my vibe, catchin' my
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 love from the north and the
Love from the south and the
It's a zombie attack you bitches, we don't care about the
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 the girls outside on the streets
will never be another like me, rep my gang 'til I D.I.E
And I don't wanna get buried in a
me and throw my ashes in the sea (amen)
Hennessey and in the cup
And got me the weed and the Rizlas
I'm gonna my spliff 'til it gets to the roach and it burns my fingers
the rude boy spit now
Musical chairs a man sit down
Any size, little or a big crowd
gonna die here like Chris Brown
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, 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 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 these bars
[Hook: Arc Elliot] (x2)