Luyện nghe bài hát Swing

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

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

It's all gun an' poses on a bed of roses shugged
Wrap him in a rug, leave him on the roof he stink
Hit the pool-hall, fled the an' watch him blink
Movin' on Picaso, paintin' my an' condos
'Cuz 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 give me your
I got mine an' the thing
Blahzay, blahzay, blahzay, who name bell

I don't hate players, I'm from the 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, game in yo world
Not them Forrest Gump niggas with an' S curls
I tilt my crown fly, I'm tryin' to you, girl

The me an' you alliance, is no doubt the fly
prosecute the phony star picks 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' an' they wish
Your pretty to me, put in me in frame
Your complex attitude intrigue me, than Blow
You know, we can play the scenes Pacino an' Pfieffer

My queen'll shine on brinks karats an' brighter
Finesse in foreign crit seers tighter
Them clown kids you dealt belt
I around swift an' got felt
That champagne brand name got melt

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

Yo, yo, don't me your swing
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 that blahzay, blahzay, blahzay, who name rings?