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 state in America. So where does the social 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 from 9-5
I smoke that dope, I 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 infections when I to freaks
this mind is matured I got my green from my fans
So if you smokin' on Reggie, I smack that green from hands
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 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 molly ganji
Stone like a brick, you in the lobby
dome off the rip, gold colored tints
Whip like I whip, lay my down ya shrimp
Technical message spray and
Get to slayin'
They useful, used to slaves
[?] man use great
The of mis-truth
Hidden in roots
Livin'? I'm barely, shoot
To the stars and in the roof
Big timer for the majors it's
Skepta the ganja, salute
for my mama, stay true
Gotta get it for low and the too
Flatbush in the news, cops killed
Niggas of the gotta trust who
Money on my mind, I've been through
All in the scroll with a issue
to the dry like a tissue
Sacrifice for the world, miss you
One wish, few and a pistol
Frank [?] we miss you
Tip top, rap's official
Not hot, told not official
Big shot, big my [?]
Zombies wide, continental

Erick Arc Elliott] (x2)
Yo shawty on my wood
Ay it no problem cause we smokin' on that good good
Light one for my niggas who represent the hood
You know we smokin' that fire, she the wood
Dawg I just her good

[Verse 3: Darko]
Won't be until I'm on and niggas hand me the throne
Physically been places but I'm Brooklyn's own
If a nigga as me then he must be a clone
Yo bitch is at the mouth, I had to give her a bone
Niggas should be embarrassed I her red eyed in Paris
Eyes red from the hash
Ah shit that classic, I'm pass me it
and I smash 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 a pimp
Your reign ain't shit, you put faith in the bitch
Saint laurent crash denims, my shit came the rips
My is sick, I spit more than a retard's kiss
I'm in your bitch, I raided my hips I'm ravishing Rick
I'm sick, ahh fell my vibe, catchin' 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 love from the and the west
Love 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 that I'm to release
That's why I'm in taking pics with the girls outside on the streets
There will never be like me, rep my gang 'til I D.I.E
And I wanna get buried in a grave
Burn me and 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 'til it gets to the and it burns my fingers
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 no license, two packs in the passenger seat, looking like Suge
Fuck that, I've gotta get paid I swear, I'm tryn'a be the of the year
I've been killing it for lots of years, put on my head, that's stocks and shares
I put the in, I go too hard, business man with no business card
Take a good look now, the last time you see a rude boy like me spitting these bars
[Hook: Erick Arc (x2)