Luyện nghe bài hát So Harlem

Free bail posters, tail lights on the
life vulgar, the FBI posters
The cars pack guns no holsters
We act dumb approach us

We hit the spot and stand on sofas, so get the club owners
'Cause we the type Knicks 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 corner died, of how I mourn you guys
And never mind that my cash better find
We do the mask work, kick doors cash

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

Everybody talkin' 'bout this byrd gang
And this shit is gettin' 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 bitches sayin', Oh my
We fucks with the stars, it's us y'all
at the bar we oh so Harlem

A desperado, like I struck the lotto
Trained to like Cus D'Amato
I paint the night in them models
Racin' in the street duckin'
Who gives a is the motto

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

We take chances, flip label
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

Switch with my man had a worth of powder
You chumps want the
But when it rain man you 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
Think you a
And I'ma hit you with one in your

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 choppy grammar
Where we livin' at the can't stand us
And and packin' hammers
And my constituents a act

'Cause 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 mo murder
And we pop at you
And you got with you

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

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

Everybody talkin' this byrd gang money
And this is gettin' funny to me
you a frog
And hit you with one in your knee

We switch up the cars, we 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