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

Yo' I talk 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
Blood in my mouf, petron layed out
Tequila and five 6's, surprise bitches
Nas the trenches, hot as he survived

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

When I be in tha twilight, wit gangstas
Smokin' weed up in my ride
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 call 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 City, in New York City
Bring tha hood wit me, gallons of henny
My homie got right befo' my eyes
I got shot too, but I

I was just a teenager, had a pager
Always had flava, dat paper
I need dem diamonds, dem new
hoes, dat Bently Coupe all red like a rose
And knows, my gun goes off
In tha west coast, durty south, and up
Jungle tha boss, a born hustler
I despise suckas, ya punk

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

Nigga I'm high wit high hopes, tha bullshit
Stand up in front of dat, you get tha full
beat a nigga senseless, his skin is missin', listen
My knockouts is six, so
Bang wit a "b" on my chest, ya'll niggas is
Ya touch me and I'm pullin' ya dress from stitches to
I y'all niggas, stomp you out like roaches
you see I'm here to get this paper just I'm suppose to

I a BraveHeart since semen, cesspool my pops schemin'
One thought to get up in my moms jeans and it came to
It feel like a dreamin', but I'm here
Fuck anything another thinkin', see dem BraveHearts
Damn, those my niggas, you got wit 'em
Sleep gun unda 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' weed up in my life
The same stuff, it's still a bitch, livin' like I'm
Bang broads call me Mr. International, ghetto
I be dippin' in tha twilight, wit
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