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? 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 from this 9-5
I that dope, I call that potent, smokin' till I'm paralyzed
as hell I'm blinded, Zombies been auto pilot
This year my bro me get mine
Oui oui, we in
Skepta MC, the textures of beats
My complexion to infections when I call to freaks
While this mind is I got my green from my fans
So if you smokin' on Reggie, I smack green from your hands
My revival, ye nah take me title cause man are
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 chicken from Bob Backlund
Whole Foods, I eats good, organic

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

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

[Verse 3: Meechy
Won't be known I'm on and niggas hand me the throne
Physically been places but I'm Brooklyn's own
If a nigga 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 that classic, I'm nasty 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 faith in the flip, you a pimp
reign ain't shit, you put your faith in the bitch
Saint laurent crash denims, my shit came with the
My flow is sick, I more than a retard's kiss
I'm in your bitch, I raided my hips like I'm Rick
I'm rather sick, ahh my vibe, catchin' 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
It's a zombie attack you bitches, we don't about the police
I know you heard about the single, and you know about the that I'm about to release
That's why I'm in Paris taking with the girls outside on the streets
There will never be like me, rep my gang 'til I D.I.E
And I don't wanna get in a grave
me and throw my ashes in the sea (amen)
Hennessey and in the cup
And got me the weed and the Rizlas
I'm gonna my spliff 'til it gets to the roach and it burns my fingers
the rude boy spit now
Musical chairs make a man sit
Any size, rave or a big crowd
Somebody's gonna die like Chris Brown
Picture me broke in the hood on the run the police, up to no good
with 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 of the year
I've been killing it for of years, put money on my head, that's stocks and shares
I put the in, I go too hard, business man with 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)