Luyện nghe bài hát Whiskey Eyes

[Intro:
We deal anybody else
(Rock party)
We cannot deal with anybody else is sayin'
I'm a mothafuckin' boy
1, 2, 3
I'm a mothafuckin' boy

You me in with those whiskey eyes
You tell me things, I know they're all
I'll fall, fall for you
And there's nothin' I do

1: French Montana]
Yo,
Ayy, hit the game, put the in it
Go, go on tap veins, put the needle in it
I-I snatch you by head like an eagle did it
Shootout with the like Siegel did it
Middle of the like The Beatles did it
Can't be in it when you leave, or leave you in it
Ev-Everything gold ain't wood and glue
I seen killers fold for certain
Have your money when the law costs
I seen my favorite turn to cornballs
The best thing I did was let pain hurt my feelings
(Turn the pain music)
the music into millions, haaan
Got jerked my deal, and I told 'em "Suck a dick"
Once I my first mil', I told them "Fuck a brick"
Brick, brick by brick, 'til empire
by lick, gone a sleepwire
Had to learn taxes, help you
If you don't own your masters, your classes to ashes
So hit the table, count it all up
Or get the brown bag, it all up
the bad bitches, round 'em all up
Come the first, we can it all up
Millionaire bitches, hit the up
(International superstar)

You lured me in with those whiskey
You tell me things, I know all lies
I'll fall, I'll for you
And there's nothin' I do

2: French Montana]
They said 'em with success, toe tag ya up
N-n-name a bitch I ain't rag up
P-p-promise, the pressure to diamonds
The turn to commas
If the block you eye to eye
dreams in a bottle
The other son of
out to Cabo, D.C. with a model
This Tammy from Miami, put her face on the white Sosa
and get a close up
I'm on the post like the power
From the to the Tom Ford
Big up, f-for the up
wanted me to hiccup
I copped the Bent' sticker
About to come and your chick up
Gladiator theme music with suits
Godfather trilogy, Al shootin'
This that Benny 'fore he killed Carlito
This that Larry Davis before he that Rico
Them calm streets, Teflon
In the jungle, while you holdin' in Palm Beach
We was climbin' fences, we was benches
One time for my bitches, on the trenches
European boots, suits
African diamonds, my niggas
My nigga son became my own son
The block where I'm from, you your own gun

3: Chinx]
Devil me up, figured that I'd convert to God
Took my ground from the and aimed it at the stars
Swag drippin' by the liter, four of purp'
The ain't for the weak, go and play the church
Off the Jane, pills, syrup, thick smoke, coughing
on these suckas that opposed it
Ballin', took the from the ref and made my own calls
the pens, got my homie on the phone call
No work, money goes under the only
Hands clean, got some youngins back it for me
skatin' budget, conflict diamonds only
Made my vow to the game, boy, that's

You me in with those whiskey eyes
You me things, I know they're all lies
I'll fall, I'll for you
And there's I can't do