Luyện nghe bài hát Swing

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

Now for the grab the stash to the alley 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 mans

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

It's all gun an' on a bed of roses gettin' shugged
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
'Cuz when the Lo blows only the Lo knows who knows

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

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

I never bleed even through this 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 angle you,

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

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

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

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

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