Luyện nghe bài hát The Hilton

This just bought eleven machine guns
And he brought in my crib

Glittered out, face, teck, Rae up in the Hilton
Nia Long is in the building
Penthouse fashion, ordered out room
It bugged 'cause the waiter looked nervous
off the lid, seen two shiny thirty-eights aimed at the kid

What I do, duck, Rae up in the singing
Son don't that it's real
Coming looking like he peel something
In a jam, red down, matching like Santa
If I could reach my hammer

He bust two shots, I played
Ran to the were the sun was at
Quickly he was by the ice
when Rae ran out of the back
Towel on, soap on his arms, duke around, fell on my lap

Yo, what the fuck
It was a set up to get wet up
your bleeding

Nah, his fucked my white leather up
Ten G's down the
Yo up, we got to get him up
Get the son, let's fix him up
Lock the door, turn the TV off, your kicks is near the switch

Just give me two minutes to iron my shirt, find my
The hit quick
Hit the jack, six

Put down the phone
off your prints

Rae ran hysterically, on soap
Landed on his back, with his gat, now that's
We got minutes, nobody seen shit
Somebody might heard shit

Singing on Martin, were my momma bird shit
Fuck your socks, that's when we heard the knock
Everything all right? Partying son, balloons
this dude under the bed

A dressed Raekwon, swallowing diamonds
Had money in juice up on his day
The phone rang off, the tea kettle blew, wifey me
What you sweaty, lima beans and kidney

Trashed the beeper, slowly I for the reefer
Throw a Costa, peep, oh son the house
Soap suds from his nuts, cut up gut
Praying how me make it out the and touch

Fuck it, a Wesley Snipes movement on a in Bermuda
We laptop niggas, thugs in a
up in the grimy shit
Finding two later a murder and we got to make this flight shit

It was a Wesley Snipes movement on a in Bermuda
We niggas, thugs in a computer
A Wesley movement on a Sunday in Bermuda
We laptop niggas, thugs in a

Ayo, the pressures on, got murk, it's time to move fast
Ayo, Deini on, check out the news flash
Flew out the next day, back to the estates
Blew on the first flight to L.A.

It ain't long, I pulled a few strings on the horn
So it came from?
That nigga we and took the caine from
We should have him when we had him

Yo I was holding a
we bagged him, but we let him slide in the wagon
His bad little brown ho, from out
She move his cargo, good at handling

We had our eyes closed God, we have seen it coming
He should have seen me coming, out the shower gunning
Now that I it, she put the waiter on
It all came to me, in back of my mind, just like my song

Dawned on me on, by then the day was gone
How dare this nigga think that he could take us on
Smoke the Cee
Sent the through the Pens

Him and big Dan
Known to split wigs, with sharp gems
Giants from riots, halls is quiet
CO's with babies on their arms tight

And this nigga from down got shipped up north
young fella, running his lips on how he set it off
Then heard that shit, plus got that
Money got murdered in his that night

Fuck it, a Wesley Snipes movement on a in Bermuda
We laptop niggas, thugs in a
Caught up in the shit
two days later a murder and we got to make this flight shit

It was a Wesley movement on a Sunday in Bermuda
We niggas, thugs in a computer
A Snipes movement on a Sunday in Bermuda
We niggas, thugs in a computer