Luyện nghe bài hát Swing

Don't give me your
I got mines an' the thing
Blahzay, blahzay, blahzay, who bell rings?
Don't give me your
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 armored truck, him for his glam
Shit is candy yams, now we on the ancient mans

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

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

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

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

I bleed even through this plaza of greed
You got the rarest, true, ain't in yo world
Not them Forrest Gump niggas with shades an' S
I tilt my fly, I'm tryin' to angle you, girl

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

Of pimps, players, hustlers an' killahs an' they
Your pretty to me, put in me in frame
Your complex attitude intrigue me, stronger than
You know, we can play the like Pacino an' Pfieffer

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

My man, Killah Jules put me close to jewels
Thats dropped in the lesson to crush fools
'em, peace

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