Luyện nghe bài hát Whiskey Eyes

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

You lured me in those whiskey eyes
You tell me things, I know all lies
fall, I'll fall for you
And there's nothin' I 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 an eagle did it
Shootout with the police like did it
of the streets like The Beatles did it
Can't be in it when you leave, or they you in it
Ev-Everything that's gold wood and glue
I seen killers fold for certain
Have your money right when the law
I seen my favorite turn to cornballs
The best thing I did was let that pain 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, by brick, 'til it's empire
L-l-lick by lick, a sleepwire
Had to learn taxes, help you
If you don't own your masters, classes turn 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
bitches, hit the mall up
(International superstar)

You lured me in those whiskey eyes
You tell me things, I know they're all
fall, I'll 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 turn to
The karma to commas
If the block you eye to eye
Seeing in a bottle
The other son of
Trips out to Cabo, D.C. with a
Tammy from Miami, put her face on the white like Sosa
Come and get a up
I'm on the post like the power
From the hoodies to the Tom
Big up, f-for the up
They wanted me to
I the Bent' over sticker
About to come and pick your up
theme music with Casino suits
Godfather trilogy, Al Pacino
This that Benny Blanco 'fore he Carlito
This that Larry Davis before he caught Rico
calm streets, Teflon fleek
In the jungle, while you holdin' in Palm Beach
We was fences, we was playin' benches
One for my bitches, naked on the trenches
European boots, European
African diamonds, my niggas
My nigga Chinx son my own son
The block I'm from, you need your own gun

[Verse 3:
held me up, figured that I'd convert to God
Took my from the pavement and aimed it at the stars
Swag by the liter, four ounce of purp'
The game ain't for the weak, go and play the
Off the Mary Jane, pills, syrup, smoke, coughing
on these suckas that opposed it
Ballin', took the whistle the ref and made my own calls
From the pens, got my homie on the call
No work, money goes under the mattress
Hands clean, got youngins that'll back it for me
Really skatin' budget, conflict only
Made my vow to the game, boy, that's

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