Luyện nghe bài hát Twilight

Uh, yea, yea, yea
Let's go
C'mon nigga, nigga

I be dippin' in tha twilight, wit
Smokin' weed up in my life
The same stuff, it's a bitch, livin' like I'm rich
Bang broads me Mr. International, ghetto stars
I be in tha twilight, wit gangstas
weed up in my ride life
The stuff, it's still a bitch, livin' like I'm rich
Bang broads me Mr. International, ghetto stars

Yo' I talk like a champion, walk a champion
like a God, and I promise that Nas will hit you off
Flow a gangsta, blum bum bum bum bum
Bustin' like dummies, so mami you and lick it off
I stay right, purple outfit stay on my hip
Blood stay in my mouf, layed out
Tequila and five 6's, surprise bitches
Nas the trenches, hot as he survived

This is ten years, for good, rep fo' my thugs
Plumper than last summer, streched from tha grub
Good livin', good women, I fuck wit straight
stances, go 'head handsome
But they all scream, my car's
Hit up, every state, town, city wit my team
Pretty face, round tits and ass, my queen
Keep a burna in tha trunk, ate all

I be dippin' in tha twilight, wit gangstas
Smokin' up in my ride life
The same stuff, it's a bitch, livin' like I'm rich
Bang call me Mr. International, ghetto stars
I be dippin' in tha twilight, wit
Smokin' weed up in my life
The stuff, it's still a bitch, livin' like I'm rich
Bang call me Mr. International, ghetto stars

Yo' if you see me on MTV, don't
I'm tha same nigga QB
Sittin' on tha block, and starvin'
Imaginin' at Madison Square Garden
Or City, in New York City
Bring tha whole hood wit me, gallons of
My homie got shot befo' my eyes
I got too, but I survived

I was just a teenager, had a pager
Always had flava, chasin' dat
I need dem diamonds, dem new
Pretty hoes, dat Coupe all red like a rose
And everybody knows, my gun off
In tha west coast, durty south, and up
Jungle tha boss, a born hustler
I suckas, ya punk muthafuckas

I be dippin' in tha twilight, wit gangstas
Smokin' weed up in my ride
The same stuff, it's still a bitch, livin' like I'm
Bang broads call me Mr. International, stars
I be dippin' in tha twilight, wit
Smokin' up in my ride life
The same stuff, it's still a bitch, like I'm rich
Bang call me Mr. International, ghetto stars

I'm high wit high hopes, fuck tha bullshit
Stand up in front of dat, you get tha clip
I'll a nigga senseless, his skin is missin', listen
My knockouts is six, so
Bang wit a "b" on my chest, niggas is bitches
Ya touch me and I'm pullin' ya dress stitches to stitchin'
I hate niggas, stomp you out like roaches
Can't you see I'm here to get this paper I'm suppose to

I been a BraveHeart since semen, cesspool my schemin'
One thought to get up in my moms jeans and it to this
It like a muthafucka dreamin', but I'm here
Fuck another nigga thinkin', see dem BraveHearts
Damn, those my niggas, you got wit 'em
Sleep witcha gun unda ya pillow
This is real thangs, I know feels strange
How dem QB do thangs, check dis shit

When I be dippin' in tha twilight, wit
weed up in my ride life
The stuff, it's still a bitch, livin' like I'm rich
Bang broads me Mr. International, ghetto stars
I be in tha twilight, wit gangstas
Smokin' weed up in my ride
The same stuff, it's still a bitch, livin' like I'm
Bang broads me Mr. International, ghetto stars