Luyện nghe bài hát Twilight

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

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

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

This is ten years, here for good, rep fo' my
Plumper than last summer, streched from tha grub
Good livin', good women, I fuck wit straight
Bowleg stances, go 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
a burna in tha trunk, ate all fifteen

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

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

I was a teenager, never had a pager
Always had flava, dat paper
I dem diamonds, dem new clothes
Pretty hoes, dat Bently all red like a rose
And knows, my gun goes off
In tha west coast, durty south, and up
tha boss, a natural born hustler
I despise suckas, ya punk

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

Nigga I'm high wit high hopes, tha bullshit
up in front of dat, you get tha full clip
I'll beat a nigga senseless, his skin is missin',
My is six, so serious
wit a "b" on my chest, ya'll niggas is bitches
Ya touch me and I'm pullin' ya dress from to stitchin'
I hate y'all niggas, stomp you out roaches
Can't you see I'm here to get this just I'm suppose to

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

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