Luyện nghe bài hát Whiskey Eyes

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

You lured me in those whiskey eyes
You me things, I know they're all lies
I'll fall, I'll for you
And nothin' I can't 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 police Siegel did it
Middle of the like The Beatles did it
Can't be in it when you leave, or they you in it
Ev-Everything that's gold ain't wood and
I seen killers fold for certain
Have your money right when the law
I seen my rappers turn to cornballs
The best I did was let that pain hurt my feelings
(Turn the pain music)
Turn the music 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, it's empire
L-l-lick by lick, a sleepwire
Had to taxes, help you relax
If you don't own your masters, your classes turn to
So hit the table, count it all up
Or get the bag, count it all up
Call the bad bitches, 'em all up
the first, we can count 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, fall for you
And nothin' I can't do

[Verse 2: French
said kill '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 karma to commas
If the told you eye to eye
Seeing dreams in a
The other son of
Trips out to Cabo, D.C. a model
This from Miami, put her face on the white like Sosa
and get a close up
I'm on the post the power forward
From the to the Tom Ford
Big up, f-for the up
They wanted me to
I copped the Bent' over
About to come and pick chick up
Gladiator music with Casino suits
Godfather trilogy, Al shootin'
This that Benny Blanco 'fore he Carlito
that Larry Davis before he caught that Rico
Them calm streets, fleek
In the jungle, while you holdin' in Palm Beach
We was climbin' fences, we was playin'
One time for my bitches, on the trenches
European boots, suits
African diamonds, my niggas
My Chinx son became my own son
The block I'm from, you need your own gun

3: Chinx]
Devil held me up, 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 game ain't for the weak, go and play the
Off the Jane, pills, syrup, thick smoke, coughing
on these suckas that opposed it
Ballin', the whistle from the ref and made my own calls
From the pens, got my on the phone call
No work, money goes under the mattress
Hands clean, got some youngins back it for me
Really skatin' budget, diamonds only
my vow to the game, boy, that's matrimony

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