Luyện nghe bài hát So Harlem

Free bail posters, tail on the roadster
Live life vulgar, the FBI
The cars pack guns no holsters
We act dumb don't us

We hit the spot and on club sofas, so get the club owners
'Cause we the boss type game court side
Big chain sporty ride, G4 the lord of
And courts in so you all could rise

Then pay homage to the that lies so many niggaz
On my died, of marijuana how I mourn you guys
And never mind that my better find that
We do the mask work, kick cash search

Now where the paper at, man where the at?
You make me wait the gat where your layin' at
'Cause it's a cold world, after
Emblem on the car it's no on the Capricorn

Everybody talkin' 'bout this byrd gang
And this shit is gettin' to me
Think you a
And hit you with one in your knee

We switch up the cars, we up the broads
Got the bitches sayin', Oh my
We fucks the stars, it's us against y'all
at the bar we oh so Harlem

A desperado, rich like I the lotto
Trained to fight Cus D'Amato
I paint the night in custom models
Racin' in the street potholes
Who gives a fuck is the

The new sneakers, Blackberry's new
And no tops on the 2 seaters, it's
me Coupe fever, it's four inches for my shoe divas
You gon' get it my crew G'd up

We chances, flip label advances
3 day stays at Atlantis, way for the gangsters
A deaths to the cowards, you let him die no flowers
I used to 4 hours

Switch with my man had a supply of powder
You chumps want the
But when it rain man you duck the showers
It's Byrd and you don't wanna fuck with ours

Everybody talkin' 'bout this gang money
And shit is gettin' funny to me
you a frog
And I'ma hit you one in your knee

We switch up the cars, we switch up the
Got the bitches sayin', Oh my
We fucks with the stars, us against y'all
at the bar we oh so Harlem

I got no manners, ignorant choppy grammar
Where we livin' at the cops stand us
And belligerent and hammers
And my a act bananas

'Cause they get hungry from talk
I'm talkin' beef not a bit of
If you a soldier go get your
We need to sit and

Before it go
Mo mo murder
And we pop at you
And whoever you got you

My Muslim too hard, cop jewels new cars
Take guns to Jumar, tryna a new charge
Now I salaam to and drop a bomb to that
It's war in streets no sleep we insomniacs

You out your weight class, eat you like Drake fast
The credits all good motherfucker but I'm straight
Yeah, and I'm oh so
15th bang, bang, you don't want no

Everybody talkin' 'bout this gang money
And this shit is funny to me
Think you a
And I'ma hit you with one in knee

We switch up the cars, we up the broads
Got the sayin', Oh my darling
We fucks with the stars, it's us against
at the bar we oh so Harlem