Luyện nghe bài hát Twilight

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

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, 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 broads me Mr. International, ghetto stars

Yo' I talk like a champion, walk like a
Body like a God, and I promise that Nas hit you off
Flow 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
Blood stay in my mouf, petron out
sunrise and five 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 wit straight stallions
Bowleg stances, go 'head
But all scream, my car's lean
Hit up, every state, town, city wit my braveheart
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' up in my ride life
The same stuff, it's still a bitch, livin' like I'm
Bang broads me Mr. International, ghetto stars
I be dippin' in tha twilight, wit
Smokin' weed up in my life
The same stuff, it's still a bitch, like I'm rich
Bang broads 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 Radio City, in New York
Bring tha whole hood wit me, gallons of
My homie got shot right my eyes
I got shot too, but I

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

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

Nigga I'm high wit high hopes, fuck tha
Stand up in of dat, you get tha full clip
beat a nigga senseless, his skin 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 from stitches to
I hate y'all niggas, stomp you out like
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 and it came to this
It feel 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 fuckin'
This is real thangs, I know feels strange
How dem QB do thangs, check dis shit

I be dippin' in tha twilight, wit gangstas
Smokin' weed up in my life
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 broads me Mr. International, ghetto stars