Luyện nghe bài hát RedEye To Paris

Cause y'all grew up watchin' and Commando and Cobra 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 from this 9-5
I smoke that dope, I call that potent, smokin' I'm paralyzed
High as I'm blinded, Zombies been auto pilot
This year my bro me get mine
Oui oui, we in
Skepta MC, architecture the textures of
My complexion to infections when I call to freaks
While this is matured I got my green from my fans
So if you smokin' on Reggie, I 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 me head stone
If I was a star, to God I'd be Fredro
It's all fashion, I smokes good I talks
Led to fame, a French name, habits
Tappin' out to wings from Bob Backlund
Whole Foods, I eats good, organic

[Verse 2: Juice]
In Paris, got hotties, no molly ganji
Stone like a brick, meet you in the
Gettin' dome off the rip, gold tints
Whip like I whip, lay my shit ya shrimp
Technical message spray and
Get used to
They useful, they to slaves
[?] man use their
The proofs of
Hidden in roots
Livin'? I'm barely, shoot
To the stars and in the roof
Big for the majors it's 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 gotta who
Money on my mind, what I've through
All alone in the scroll with a
Sticking to the dry a tissue
Sacrifice for the world, gonna you
One wish, few and a pistol
Frank White [?] we you
Tip top, hip-hop official
Not hot, told not official
Big shot, big my [?]
blow wide, continental

[Hook: Erick Arc (x2)
Yo shawty on my wood
Ay it ain't no problem 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 fuck her good

[Verse 3: Meechy
be known until I'm on and niggas hand me the throne
Physically been places but I'm Brooklyn's own
If a nice as me then he must be a clone
Yo is foamin at the mouth, I had to give her a bone
Niggas should be embarrassed I caught her red eyed in
red from smokin' the hash
Ah that classic, I'm nasty pass me it
Bitch and I smash it, pass me a tab of acid
Pass me the globe and I trot that
Like you what the best is
You Hardly I'm Harvey Dent
Put my faith in the flip, you a pimp
Your reign ain't shit, you put your faith in the
Saint laurent crash denims, my shit with the rips
My flow is sick, I spit than a retard's kiss
I'm in your bitch, I raided my like I'm ravishing Rick
I'm rather sick, ahh fell my vibe, catchin' my
I wore a rubber that night, so cannot be my kid
Do as I say and get out, my actions and live

4: Skepta]
I get from the north and the west
from the south and the east
It's a zombie attack you bitches, we don't care the police
I know you about the single, and you know about the album that I'm about to release
That's why I'm in Paris taking pics the girls outside on the streets
There never be another 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)
and Coke in the cup
And got me the weed and the Rizlas
I'm gonna smoke my spliff it gets to the roach and it burns my fingers
Watch the boy spit now
Musical make a man sit down
Any size, little rave or a big
Somebody's gonna die here Chris Brown
me broke in the hood on the run from the police, up to no good
Driving with no license, two packs in the seat, looking like Suge
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 money on my head, 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
Erick Arc Elliot] (x2)