Luyện nghe bài hát Swing

Don't give me swing
I got mines an' that's the
Blahzay, blahzay, blahzay, who name rings?
give me your swing
I got mine an' the thing
Blahzay, blahzay, blahzay, who names bell

Now for the grab the stash to the alley Varner any
not to crash, swervin', got the la la on the dash
Gettin' bent up in the truck, stuck him for his glam
Shit is yams, now we movin' on the ancient mans

They psycho vision for the Valentino Gorabani
Fuck Armani Butter, we these climbs, heist the harbors
Word to gettin' bleed, chasin' on Savannah
Down to Venice, tellin' sire 'bout my runnin' ways
That's how it was 'cuz now they got us blamin' at the

It's all gun an' on a bed of roses gettin' shugged
him in a rug, leave him on the roof 'til he stink
Hit the pool-hall, fled the an' watch him blink
Movin' on Picaso, my portraits an' condos
'Cuz when the Lo blows only the Lo knows who don'

give me your swing
I got mines an' the thing
Blahzay, blahzay, blahzay, who name ring?
Don't give me swing
I got mine an' that's the
Blahzay, blahzay, blahzay, who name bell

I don't players, I'm from the crown rhyme sayers
'Whatever kid' get down with no delayin'
I play my cards style, kings an' aces
Welcome to New York, the illest of all

I never bleed through this plaza of greed
You got the rarest, true, ain't in yo world
Not Forrest Gump niggas with shades an' S curls
I tilt my fly, I'm tryin' to angle you, girl

The me an' you alliance, is no doubt the fly
We'll prosecute the phony star with our style
The dollar necks, word, go 'head crack a smile
My name is Ish an' that's somethin' in this tish

Of pimps, players, hustlers an' killahs an' wish
Your to me, put in me in your frame
Your complex attitude me, stronger than Blow
You know, we can the scenes like Pacino an' Pfieffer

My queen'll on brinks three karats an' brighter
Finesse in fabrics crit seers tighter
Them clown kids you never belt
I around swift an' got felt
That brand name style got melt

My man, Jules put me close to these jewels
Thats dropped in the lesson sent to fools
Crush 'em,

Yo, yo, don't give me your
I got mines an' that's the
It's not your swing, it's an' that's the thing
So all that blahzay, blahzay, blahzay, who name rings?
All blahzay, blahzay, blahzay, who name bell rings?