Luyện nghe bài hát Swing

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

Now for the grab the stash to the Varner any splash
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 movin' on the ancient

They usin' psycho vision for the Gorabani
Fuck Armani Butter, we above these climbs, heist the
Word to godfathers gettin' bleed, on Savannah
Down to Venice, tellin' sire 'bout my alley 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 shugged
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 blows only the Lo knows who don'

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

I don't hate players, I'm from the crown rhyme
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 through this of greed
You got the rarest, true, ain't game in yo
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 the fly science
We'll the phony star picks with our style
The million dollar necks, word, go 'head crack a
My name is Ish an' somethin' even 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, stronger Blow
You know, we can play the like Pacino an' Pfieffer

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

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

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