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, still a bitch, livin' like I'm rich
Bang broads 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' like I'm
broads call me Mr. International, ghetto stars

Yo' I talk 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' like dummies, so mami you come and it off
I stay right, purple outfit stay on my hip
Blood stay in my mouf, layed out
Tequila sunrise and five 6's, 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', good women, I fuck wit straight
Bowleg stances, go 'head
But all scream, my car's lean
Hit up, every state, town, city wit my braveheart
Pretty face, round 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 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

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

I was just a teenager, never had a
Always had flava, dat paper
I need dem diamonds, dem new
Pretty hoes, dat Bently Coupe all red a rose
And everybody knows, my gun off
In tha west coast, durty south, and up
Jungle tha boss, a natural born
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
broads call me Mr. International, ghetto stars
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 call me Mr. International, ghetto stars

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

I been a BraveHeart semen, cesspool my pops schemin'
One thought to get up in my moms and it came to this
It feel like a muthafucka dreamin', but I'm
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 shit feels strange
How dem QB niggas do thangs, dis shit

When 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
broads call me Mr. International, ghetto stars
I be dippin' in tha twilight, wit
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