Luyện nghe bài hát RedEye To Paris

Cause y'all grew up watchin' Rambo and Commando and Cobra and Schwarzenegger, coincidently is now the 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

1: Erick Arc Elliott]
How can I only handle my business from 9-5
I that dope, I call that potent, smokin' till I'm paralyzed
High as I'm blinded, Zombies been auto pilot
This year my bro told me get
Oui oui, we in
MC, architecture the textures of beats
My complexion obsessive to infections when I call to
this mind is matured I got my green from my fans
So if you smokin' on Reggie, I smack that from your 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 head
If I was a star, to God I'd be Fredro
It's all fashion, I smokes good I lavish
Led to fame, a French name, expensive
Tappin' out to chicken from Bob Backlund
Whole Foods, I good, it's organic

2: Zombie Juice]
In Paris, got hotties, no molly ganji
like a brick, meet you in the lobby
Gettin' dome off the rip, gold colored
Whip like I whip, lay my down ya shrimp
Technical spray and beheaded
Get used to
useful, they used to slaves
[?] man use their
The of mis-truth
Hidden in roots
Livin'? I'm barely, just
To the stars and in the roof
Big for the majors it's proof
Skepta the ganja, salute
for my mama, stay true
Gotta get it for low and the too
Flatbush in the news, killed who?
of the blue gotta trust who
Money on my mind, what been through
All alone in the with a issue
Sticking to the dry like a
Sacrifice for the world, miss you
One wish, few and a pistol
White [?] we miss you
Tip top, hip-hop official
Not hot, been not official
Big shot, big my [?]
Zombies blow wide,

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

[Verse 3: Meechy
Won't be until I'm on and niggas hand me the throne
been many places but I'm Brooklyn's own
If a nigga nice as me he must be a clone
Yo bitch is foamin at the mouth, I had to give her a
Niggas be embarrassed 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, pass me a tab of acid
Pass me the and I trot that bitch
Like you what the best is
You Hardly I'm Harvey Dent
Put my faith in the flip, you ain't a
Your reign ain't shit, you put your faith in the
Saint laurent denims, my shit came with the rips
My flow is sick, I spit more than a retard's
I'm in your bitch, I raided my hips like I'm Rick
I'm sick, ahh fell my vibe, catchin' my drip
I wore a rubber that night, so cannot be my kid
Do as I say and get out, my actions and live

[Verse 4:
I get love the north and the west
Love from the south and the
It's a attack 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 taking pics with the girls outside on the streets
There will never be another like me, rep my '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 got me the weed and the Rizlas
I'm gonna smoke my spliff 'til it gets to the roach and it burns my
the rude boy spit now
Musical make a man sit down
Any size, little or a big crowd
Somebody's gonna die here like Brown
Picture me broke in the on the run from the police, up to no good
Driving with no license, two packs in the passenger seat, looking like
Fuck that, gotta 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 now, the last time you see a rude boy like me spitting these bars
[Hook: Arc Elliot] (x2)