Luyện nghe bài hát Whiskey Eyes

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

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

1: French Montana]
Yo,
Ayy, hit the game, put the in it
Go, go on tap your veins, put the in it
I-I you by your head like an eagle did it
Shootout with the police like did it
Middle of the streets The Beatles did it
be in it when you leave, or they leave you in it
Ev-Everything that's gold wood and glue
I seen killers fold for killas
Have your money when the law costs
I seen my rappers turn to cornballs
The best I did was let that pain hurt my feelings
(Turn the pain music)
Turn the into millions, haaan
Got my first deal, and I told 'em "Suck a dick"
Once I made my first mil', I told "Fuck a brick"
Brick, brick by brick, 'til empire
by lick, gone a sleepwire
Had to taxes, help you relax
If you don't own your masters, your turn to ashes
So hit the round table, 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
bitches, hit the mall up
(International superstar)

You lured me in with those 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
They said kill 'em success, toe tag ya up
N-n-name a Hollywood bitch I rag up
P-p-promise, the pressure to diamonds
The karma turn to
If the block you eye to eye
Seeing in a bottle
The other son of
Trips out to Cabo, D.C. with a
This Tammy from Miami, put her on the white like Sosa
Come and get a up
I'm on the like the power forward
From the hoodies to the Tom
Big up, the stick up
wanted me to hiccup
I the Bent' over sticker
About to come and pick chick up
Gladiator theme music with Casino
Godfather trilogy, Al shootin'
This that Benny Blanco 'fore he Carlito
This that Larry Davis before he caught Rico
Them streets, Teflon fleek
In the jungle, you holdin' hands in Palm Beach
We was fences, we was playin' benches
One for my bitches, naked on the trenches
European boots, suits
African diamonds, my niggas
My nigga Chinx son my own son
The where I'm from, you need your own gun

[Verse 3:
Devil me up, figured that I'd convert to God
Took my ground from the pavement and it at the stars
drippin' by the liter, four ounce of purp'
The game 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 from the ref and made my own calls
From the pens, got my on the phone call
No work, goes under the mattress only
Hands clean, got some youngins back it for me
Really skatin' budget, conflict diamonds
Made my vow to the game, boy, that's

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