Luyện nghe bài hát Twilight

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

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
broads call me Mr. International, ghetto stars
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

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

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

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

Yo' if you see me on MTV, don't
I'm tha same from QB
Sittin' on tha block, hungry and
Imaginin' at Madison Square Garden
Or Radio City, in New York
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
had flava, chasin' dat paper
I need dem diamonds, dem new
Pretty hoes, dat Bently all red like a rose
And knows, my gun goes off
In tha west coast, south, and up north
tha boss, a natural 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 me Mr. International, ghetto stars
I be in tha twilight, wit gangstas
Smokin' weed up in my ride
The same stuff, it's a bitch, livin' like I'm rich
Bang call me Mr. International, ghetto stars

Nigga I'm wit high hopes, fuck tha bullshit
Stand up in front of dat, you get tha clip
I'll beat a 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 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, my pops schemin'
One thought to get up in my moms jeans and it came to
It like a muthafucka dreamin', but I'm here
Fuck anything another nigga thinkin', see dem
Damn, those my niggas, you got wit 'em
Sleep witcha gun ya fuckin' pillow
This is real thangs, I shit feels strange
How dem QB niggas do thangs, check dis

When I be in tha twilight, wit gangstas
Smokin' weed up in my 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 call me Mr. International, stars