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 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: Erick Arc
How can I handle my business from this 9-5
I smoke that dope, I call 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
MC, architecture the textures of beats
My complexion to infections when I call to freaks
While this is matured I got my green from my fans
So if you on Reggie, I smack that green from your hands
My revival, ye nah take me 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
It's all fashion, I smokes good I lavish
Led to fame, a French name, habits
out to chicken wings from Bob Backlund
Whole Foods, I eats good, it's

[Verse 2: Juice]
In Paris, got hotties, no just ganji
Stone a brick, meet you in the lobby
Gettin' dome off the rip, colored tints
Whip I whip, lay my shit down ya shrimp
Technical message and beheaded
Get to slayin'
They useful, used to slaves
[?] man use great
The of mis-truth
in America's roots
Livin'? I'm barely, shoot
To the stars and cave in the
Big timer for the majors it's
Skepta with the ganja,
for my mama, stay true
Gotta get it for low and the too
Flatbush in the news, cops who?
of the blue gotta trust who
Money on my mind, what I've been
All in the scroll with a issue
Sticking to the dry like a
Sacrifice for the world, gonna you
One wish, few blunts and a
Frank [?] we miss you
Tip top, rap's official
Not hot, been told not
Big shot, big my [?]
Zombies wide, continental

[Hook: Arc Elliott] (x2)
Yo on my wood 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 until I'm on and hand me the throne
Physically been many but I'm Brooklyn's own
If a nigga nice as me then he must be a
Yo bitch is at the mouth, I had to give her a bone
Niggas should be embarrassed I caught her red in Paris
red from smokin' the hash
Ah shit classic, I'm nasty pass me it
and I smash it, pass me a tab of some acid
Pass me the globe and I that bitch
Like you know the best is
You Hardly I'm Harvey Dent
Put my in the flip, you ain't a pimp
Your reign ain't shit, you put your faith in the
Saint laurent crash denims, my shit came the rips
My flow is sick, I spit more than a retard's
I'm in your bitch, I 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 actions and

[Verse 4:
I get love the north and the west
Love from the south and the
a zombie attack you bitches, we don't care about the police
I know you heard about the single, and you know the album that I'm about to release
That's why I'm in Paris taking pics the girls outside on the streets
There will never be another like me, rep my gang I D.I.E
And I don't 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 'til it gets to the roach and it burns my
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
Picture me 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 hustler of the
I've been killing it for of years, put money on my head, that's stocks and shares
I put the work in, I go too hard, business man no business card
Take a good look right now, the last time you see a rude boy like me spitting these
[Hook: Erick Arc (x2)