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 reflection of life. I wants the youth not to shoot and a song about it

1: Erick Arc Elliott]
How can I only handle my business from 9-5
I smoke that dope, I call potent, smokin' till I'm paralyzed
High as hell I'm blinded, been auto pilot
year my bro told me get mine
Oui oui, we in
Skepta MC, the textures of beats
My complexion obsessive to when I call to freaks
While this mind is I got my green from my fans
So if you smokin' on Reggie, I smack that green from your
My revival, ye nah take me title cause man are
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
It's all fashion, I good I talks lavish
Led to fame, a name, expensive habits
Tappin' out to chicken wings Bob Backlund
Whole Foods, I good, it's organic

[Verse 2: Zombie
In Paris, got hotties, no molly ganji
like a brick, meet you in the lobby
Gettin' dome off the rip, colored tints
Whip like I whip, lay my shit down ya
message spray and beheaded
Get used to
They useful, they to slaves
[?] man use great
The of mis-truth
Hidden in roots
I'm barely, just shoot
To the stars and cave in the
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 who?
Niggas of the blue gotta who
Money on my mind, what been through
All alone in the scroll with a
Sticking to the dry like a
Sacrifice for the world, miss you
One wish, few blunts and a
White [?] 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 shawty on my wood
Ay it ain't no problem cause we smokin' on that good
one for my niggas who represent the hood hood
You know we smokin' that fire, she the wood
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 nice as me then he must be a clone
Yo bitch is foamin at the mouth, I had to give her a
Niggas should be embarrassed I caught her red eyed in
Eyes red from smokin' the
Ah that classic, I'm nasty pass me it
Bitch and I smash it, me a tab of some acid
Pass me the globe and I trot that
Like you know the best is
You Hardly Bent I'm Harvey
Put my faith in the flip, you a pimp
Your ain't shit, you put your faith in the bitch
laurent crash 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 like I'm Rick
I'm rather sick, ahh fell my vibe, catchin' my
I wore a rubber that night, so that be my kid
Do as I say and get out, my actions and live

4: Skepta]
I get love the north and the west
Love from the south and the
It's a 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 with the girls outside 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
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 my spliff 'til it gets to the roach and it burns my fingers
Watch the rude boy now
chairs make a man sit down
Any size, little rave or a big
Somebody's gonna die here Chris Brown
Picture me broke in the on the run from the police, up to no good
with no license, two packs in the passenger seat, looking like Suge
Fuck that, I've gotta get I swear, I'm tryn'a be the hustler of the year
I've been killing it for lots of years, put money on my head, that's stocks and
I put the work in, I go too hard, business man with no card
Take a good look right now, the time you see a rude boy like me spitting these bars
[Hook: Erick Arc (x2)