Luyện nghe bài hát Swing

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

Now for the the stash to the alley Varner any splash
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 usin' psycho vision for the Gorabani
Fuck Armani Butter, we above these climbs, the harbors
Word to gettin' bleed, chasin' on Savannah
Down to Venice, tellin' sire 'bout my alley ways
That's how it was 'cuz now got us blamin' at the fuzz

all gun an' poses on a bed of roses gettin' shugged
Wrap him in a rug, him on the roof 'til he stink
Hit the pool-hall, fled the Calico an' watch him
on Picaso, paintin' my portraits an' condos
'Cuz when the Lo only the Lo knows who don' knows

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

I hate players, I'm from the crown rhyme sayers
'Whatever kid' sayers get down no delayin'
I play my cards style, kings an' aces
to New York, the illest of all places

I never bleed even this plaza of greed
You got the rarest, true, game in yo world
Not them Gump niggas with shades an' S curls
I tilt my crown fly, I'm tryin' to you, girl

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

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

My shine on brinks three karats an' brighter
Finesse in foreign crit seers tighter
clown kids you dealt never belt
I came around swift an' got
That champagne brand name style got

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

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