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 Hollywood? Na'mean that's why me I try tell us that art is a of life. I wants the youth not to shoot and leave a song about it

[Verse 1: Erick Arc
How can I only handle my from this 9-5
I smoke that dope, I call that potent, till I'm paralyzed
High as hell I'm blinded, been auto pilot
This year my bro told me get
Oui oui, we in
Skepta MC, the textures of beats
My complexion obsessive to when I call to freaks
While this mind is matured I got my green my fans
So if you smokin' on Reggie, I smack that green from your
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 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, expensive
Tappin' out to wings from Bob Backlund
Whole Foods, I good, it's organic

[Verse 2: Juice]
In Paris, got hotties, no just ganji
Stone like a brick, you in the lobby
Gettin' dome off the rip, gold tints
like I whip, lay my shit down ya shrimp
Technical spray and beheaded
Get used to
They useful, used to slaves
[?] man use their
The proofs of
in America's roots
Livin'? I'm barely, just
To the stars and cave in the
Big timer for the majors it's
Skepta with the ganja,
Represent for my mama, stay
Gotta get it for low and the too
Flatbush in the news, cops who?
Niggas of the blue gotta who
Money on my mind, I've been through
All alone in the scroll with a
Sticking to the dry a tissue
Sacrifice for the world, miss you
One wish, few and a pistol
White [?] we miss you
Tip top, hip-hop rap's
Not hot, been not official
Big shot, big my [?]
Zombies wide, continental

Erick 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 the hood hood
You know we smokin' that fire, she the wood
Dawg I just fuck her

[Verse 3: Meechy
Won't be known until I'm on and niggas hand me the
Physically been places but I'm Brooklyn's own
If a nice as me then he must be a clone
Yo bitch is at the mouth, I had to give her a bone
Niggas should be I caught her red eyed in Paris
Eyes red smokin' the hash
Ah shit classic, I'm nasty pass me it
Bitch and I smash it, pass me a tab of some
me the globe and I trot that bitch
Like you what the best is
You Bent I'm Harvey Dent
Put my faith in the flip, you a pimp
reign ain't shit, you put your faith in the bitch
Saint crash denims, my shit 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, catchin' my
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 from the north and the west
from the south and the east
It's a attack you bitches, we don't care about the police
I know you heard 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 on the streets
There will 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)
Hennessey and in the cup
And Pierre got me the and the Rizlas
I'm gonna smoke my spliff 'til it gets to the and it burns my fingers
the rude boy spit now
Musical chairs a man sit down
Any size, little rave or a big
Somebody's gonna die like Chris 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, like Suge
Fuck that, gotta get paid I swear, I'm tryn'a be the hustler of the year
I've 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 card
Take a good right now, the last time you see a rude boy like me spitting these bars
Erick Arc Elliot] (x2)