Luyện nghe bài hát Twilight

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

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

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

This is ten years, for good, rep fo' my thugs
Plumper than last summer, stomach from tha grub
Good livin', good women, I wit straight stallions
stances, go 'head handsome
But they all scream, my lean
Hit up, every state, town, city wit my braveheart
Pretty face, tits and ass, stay my queen
Keep a in tha trunk, ate all fifteen

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

Yo' if you see me on MTV, forget
I'm tha nigga from QB
Sittin' on tha block, and starvin'
Imaginin' performin' at Madison Square
Or Radio City, in New City
Bring tha whole hood wit me, 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 Coupe all red like a
And knows, my gun goes off
In tha coast, durty south, and up north
Jungle tha boss, a born hustler
I despise suckas, ya muthafuckas

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

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

I been a since semen, cesspool my pops schemin'
One thought to get up in my moms jeans and it came to
It feel a muthafucka dreamin', but I'm here
Fuck anything nigga thinkin', see dem BraveHearts
Damn, my niggas, you got drama wit 'em
Sleep witcha gun ya fuckin' pillow
is real thangs, I know shit 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 a bitch, livin' like I'm rich
Bang call me Mr. International, ghetto stars
I be in tha twilight, wit gangstas
weed up in my ride life
The same stuff, it's still a bitch, livin' I'm rich
Bang broads me Mr. International, ghetto stars