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 handle my business from this 9-5
I smoke dope, I call that potent, smokin' till I'm paralyzed
High as I'm blinded, Zombies been auto pilot
This year my bro me get mine
Oui oui, we in
MC, architecture the textures of beats
My obsessive to infections when I call to freaks
While this mind is matured I got my green from my
So if you smokin' on Reggie, I smack that green from your
My revival, ye nah take me title man are stifle
No man, no war, no
Me day are in the ghetto, it pon' me head stone
If I was a star, to God I'd be Fredro
It's all fashion, I smokes good I lavish
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 just
like a brick, meet you in the lobby
Gettin' dome off the rip, gold tints
like I whip, lay my shit down ya shrimp
Technical message spray and
Get to slayin'
useful, they used to slaves
[?] man use great
The proofs of
in America's roots
Livin'? I'm barely, just
To the and cave in the roof
Big timer for the majors proof
Skepta the ganja, salute
Represent for my mama, true
Gotta get it for low and the too
Flatbush in the news, killed who?
of the blue gotta 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, gonna you
One wish, few blunts and a
Frank [?] we miss you
Tip top, hip-hop rap's
Not hot, been not official
Big shot, big my [?]
Zombies blow wide,

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

[Verse 3: Meechy
Won't be known I'm on and niggas hand me the throne
Physically been many places but I'm 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 be embarrassed I caught her red eyed in Paris
Eyes red from the hash
Ah shit that classic, I'm pass me it
and I smash it, pass me a tab of some acid
Pass me the and I trot that bitch
Like you know the best is
You Hardly Bent I'm Dent
Put my faith in the flip, you a pimp
Your ain't shit, you put your faith in the bitch
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 my hips like I'm ravishing Rick
I'm rather sick, ahh fell my vibe, my drip
I wore a rubber that night, so that 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 from the and the east
a zombie attack you bitches, we don't care about the police
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 outside on the streets
There will never be another like me, rep my '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 got me the weed and the Rizlas
I'm gonna smoke my spliff 'til it gets to the roach and it my fingers
the rude boy spit now
Musical chairs make a man sit
Any size, little rave or a big
Somebody's gonna die like Chris Brown
Picture me broke in the hood on the run the police, up to no good
Driving no license, two packs in the passenger seat, looking like Suge
that, I've gotta get paid I swear, I'm tryn'a be the hustler of the year
I've been it for lots of years, put money on my head, that's stocks and shares
I put the work in, I go too hard, man with no business card
Take a good look right now, the last time you see a rude boy like me spitting these
[Hook: Arc Elliot] (x2)