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 responsibility fall for 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 business this 9-5
I smoke that dope, I call that potent, smokin' till I'm
High as hell I'm blinded, Zombies auto pilot
year my bro told me get mine
Oui oui, we in
Skepta MC, architecture the of beats
My complexion obsessive to infections when I to freaks
While this mind is matured I got my green my fans
So if you smokin' on Reggie, I smack green 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, word to God I'd be
all fashion, I smokes good I talks lavish
Led to fame, a French name, expensive
out to chicken wings from Bob Backlund
Whole Foods, I eats good, organic

[Verse 2: Zombie
In Paris, got hotties, no molly just
Stone like a brick, meet you in the
Gettin' dome off the rip, gold tints
Whip I whip, lay my shit down ya shrimp
message spray and beheaded
Get to slayin'
They useful, they to slaves
[?] man use their
The of mis-truth
Hidden in roots
I'm barely, just shoot
To the stars and cave in the
Big timer for the it's proof
with the ganja, salute
Represent for my mama, stay
get it for low and the flip too
Flatbush in the news, cops killed
of the blue gotta trust who
Money on my mind, what been through
All alone in the scroll a issue
to the dry like a tissue
Sacrifice for the world, gonna you
One wish, few and a pistol
Frank [?] we miss you
Tip top, hip-hop official
Not hot, been not official
Big shot, big my [?]
blow wide, continental

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

3: Meechy Darko]
Won't be known until I'm on and niggas hand me the
Physically been many places but I'm own
If a nigga nice as me then he must be a
Yo bitch is foamin at the mouth, I had to her a bone
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 it, pass me a tab of some acid
Pass me the and I trot that bitch
Like you know what the is
You Hardly Bent I'm Dent
Put my in the flip, you ain't a pimp
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 I'm ravishing Rick
I'm sick, ahh fell my vibe, catchin' my drip
I wore a rubber that night, so that be my kid
Do as I say and get out, follow my actions and

[Verse 4:
I get love from the and the west
Love the south and the east
It's a zombie you bitches, we don't care about 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 with the girls outside on the
There will never be another me, rep my gang 'til I D.I.E
And I don't get buried in a grave
me and throw 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 roach and it burns my
Watch the rude boy now
Musical chairs make a man sit
Any size, little rave or a big
Somebody's gonna die like Chris Brown
Picture me 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 tryn'a be the of the year
been killing it for lots of years, put money on my head, that's stocks and shares
I put the work in, I go too hard, business man with no business
Take a look right now, the last time you see a rude boy like me spitting these bars
Erick Arc Elliot] (x2)