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 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 handle my business from this 9-5
I smoke dope, I call that potent, smokin' till I'm paralyzed
High as hell I'm blinded, Zombies auto pilot
This year my bro me get mine
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 from my fans
So if you smokin' on Reggie, I smack that green 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 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 French name, habits
Tappin' out to chicken wings Bob Backlund
Whole Foods, I good, it's organic

[Verse 2: Zombie
In Paris, got hotties, no molly just
like a brick, meet you in the lobby
Gettin' off the rip, gold colored tints
Whip like I whip, lay my shit ya shrimp
Technical message and beheaded
Get to slayin'
They useful, used to slaves
[?] man use great
The proofs of
Hidden in America's
Livin'? I'm barely, just
To the and cave in the roof
Big timer for the it's proof
Skepta with the ganja,
Represent for my mama, stay
get it for low and the flip too
Flatbush in the news, killed who?
Niggas of the blue trust who
Money on my mind, I've been through
All alone in the with a issue
Sticking to the dry a tissue
Sacrifice for the world, miss you
One wish, few blunts and a
White [?] we miss you
Tip top, rap's official
Not hot, been told not
Big shot, big my [?]
blow wide, continental

[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 niggas who represent the hood
You know we smokin' that fire, she light the
I just fuck her good

[Verse 3: Darko]
Won't be known I'm on and niggas hand me the throne
Physically been many places but I'm own
If a nigga nice as me then he be a clone
Yo bitch is foamin at the mouth, I had to give her a
Niggas should be embarrassed I her red eyed in Paris
Eyes red from the hash
Ah that classic, I'm nasty pass me it
Bitch and I smash it, me a tab of some acid
Pass me the globe and I that bitch
Like you what the best is
You Hardly Bent I'm Dent
Put my in the flip, you ain't a pimp
Your reign shit, you put your faith in the bitch
Saint laurent crash denims, my came with the rips
My flow is sick, I spit more than a kiss
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 that night, so that 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
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 about the album that I'm about to release
That's why I'm in Paris taking pics with the girls on the streets
There will never be another like me, rep my gang 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 smoke my 'til it gets to the roach and it burns my fingers
Watch the boy spit now
Musical chairs make a man sit
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, looking like
Fuck that, I've gotta get paid I swear, I'm 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 spitting these
[Hook: Erick Arc (x2)