Luyện nghe bài hát So Harlem

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

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

Then pay homage to the board that lies so niggaz
On my corner died, of marijuana how I you guys
And never that my cash 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 your baby layin' at
'Cause a cold world, after world
Emblem on the car no horn on the Capricorn

Everybody talkin' 'bout this byrd money
And this shit is funny to me
you a frog
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 with the stars, it's us against y'all
Bucks at the bar we oh so

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

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

We take chances, label advances
3 day stays at Atlantis, way for the gangsters
A 1000 to the cowards, you let him die no flowers
I to drive 4 hours

with my man had a supply worth of powder
You want the power
But when it man you can't duck the showers
It's Byrd gang and you don't fuck with ours

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

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

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

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

it go further
Mo money mo
And we pop at you
And whoever you got you

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

You out your weight class, we'll eat you Drake fast
The credits all motherfucker but I'm straight cash
Yeah, and I'm oh so
bang, bang, you don't want no problems

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

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