Luyện nghe bài hát So Harlem

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

We hit the spot and stand on club sofas, so get the club
'Cause we the boss type game court side
Big sporty ride, G4 the lord of skies
And courts in 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 at, man where 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 gang money
And shit is gettin' funny to me
Think you a
And I'ma hit you one in your knee

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

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

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

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

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

Everybody talkin' 'bout byrd gang money
And shit 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 sayin', Oh my darling
We fucks with the stars, it's us against
at the bar we oh so Harlem

I got no manners, with choppy grammar
Where we at the cops can't stand us
And belligerent and packin'
And my a act bananas

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

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

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

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

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

We up the cars, we switch 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