Luyện nghe bài hát Swing

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

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

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

It's all gun an' poses on a bed of roses gettin'
Wrap him in a rug, leave him on the roof he stink
Hit the pool-hall, fled the Calico an' him blink
Movin' on Picaso, paintin' my an' condos
when the Lo blows 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 me your swing
I got mine an' the thing
Blahzay, blahzay, blahzay, who bell ring?

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

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

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

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

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

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

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