Luyện nghe bài hát So Harlem

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

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

Then pay homage to the board 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, doors cash search

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

Everybody talkin' 'bout this gang money
And this shit is gettin' to me
you a frog
And I'ma hit you 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

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

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

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

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

Everybody talkin' 'bout byrd gang money
And this shit is gettin' 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, it's us against
Bucks at the bar we oh so

I got no manners, ignorant with grammar
Where we livin' at the cops can't us
And belligerent and packin'
And my constituents a act

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

it go further
Mo mo murder
And we pop at you
And you got with you

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

You out your weight class, we'll eat you Drake fast
The credits all good motherfucker but I'm straight
Yeah, and I'm oh so
15th bang, bang, you want no problems

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

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