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

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

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

When 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
Bang broads call me Mr. International, 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

Yo' if you see me on MTV, forget
I'm tha same nigga QB
Sittin' on tha block, and starvin'
Imaginin' performin' at Square Garden
Or City, in New York City
Bring tha hood wit me, gallons of henny
My homie got shot befo' my eyes
I got too, but I survived

I was just a teenager, never had a
Always had flava, dat paper
I dem diamonds, dem new clothes
Pretty hoes, dat Coupe all red like a rose
And everybody knows, my gun off
In tha west coast, south, and up north
Jungle tha boss, a natural 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, livin' like I'm
Bang call me Mr. International, ghetto stars
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, ghetto

Nigga I'm high wit high hopes, fuck tha
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
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, you out like roaches
Can't you see I'm to get this paper just I'm suppose to

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

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