Luyện nghe bài hát Whiskey Eyes

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

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

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

You lured me in with whiskey eyes
You tell me things, I they're all lies
I'll fall, I'll for you
And nothin' I can't do

[Verse 2: Montana]
said kill 'em with success, toe tag ya up
N-n-name a Hollywood bitch I rag up
P-p-promise, the pressure turn to
The turn to commas
If the block you eye to eye
Seeing dreams in a
The son of Pablo
Trips out to Cabo, D.C. a model
This Tammy from Miami, put her face on the like Sosa
and get a close up
I'm on the post like the forward
From the hoodies to the Tom
Big up, f-for the up
They me to hiccup
I copped the Bent' over
About to come and pick chick up
Gladiator theme music with suits
trilogy, Al Pacino shootin'
This that Benny Blanco 'fore he killed
This that Larry Davis he caught that Rico
Them calm streets, Teflon
In the jungle, while you holdin' hands in Palm
We was climbin' fences, we was benches
One for my bitches, naked on the trenches
boots, European suits
African diamonds, my niggas
My nigga Chinx son my own son
The block where I'm from, you need own gun

[Verse 3:
Devil me up, figured that I'd convert to God
my ground from the pavement 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 Mary Jane, pills, syrup, thick smoke,
Ridin' on suckas that opposed it
Ballin', took the whistle the ref and made my own calls
From the pens, got my homie on the phone
No work, money under the mattress only
Hands clean, got some youngins back it for me
skatin' budget, conflict diamonds only
Made my vow to the game, boy, matrimony

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