Luyện nghe bài hát Swing

Don't give me swing
I got an' that's the thing
Blahzay, blahzay, blahzay, who name bell
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 Varner any splash
Tryin' not to crash, swervin', got the la la on the
Gettin' up in the armored truck, stuck him for his glam
Shit is candy yams, now we movin' on the mans

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

My man, Killah Jules put me close to these
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 blahzay, blahzay, blahzay, who name bell rings?
All blahzay, blahzay, blahzay, who name bell rings?