Luyện nghe bài hát Whiskey Eyes

[Intro:
We deal anybody else
(Rock party)
We cannot deal with what anybody 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 they're all
I'll fall, I'll for you
And there's I can't do

[Verse 1: Montana]
Yo,
Ayy, hit the game, put the in it
Go, go on tap your veins, put the in it
I-I snatch you by your head like an did it
Shootout the police like Siegel did it
Middle of the streets like The did it
Can't be in it when you leave, or leave you in it
that's gold ain't wood and glue
I killers fold for certain killas
Have your money when the law costs
I seen my favorite turn to cornballs
The thing I did was let that pain hurt my feelings
(Turn the pain music)
Turn the into millions, haaan
Got jerked my deal, and I told 'em "Suck a dick"
Once I made my first mil', I told "Fuck a brick"
Brick, brick by brick, it's empire
by lick, gone a sleepwire
Had to learn taxes, help you
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
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 whiskey
You me things, I know they're all lies
I'll fall, I'll for you
And there's 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 karma to commas
If the block you eye to eye
Seeing in a bottle
The other son of
out to Cabo, D.C. with a model
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 to the Tom Ford
Big up, f-for the up
They wanted me to
I copped the Bent' sticker
About to and pick your chick up
Gladiator music with Casino suits
trilogy, Al Pacino shootin'
This that Benny 'fore he killed Carlito
This that Larry Davis he caught that Rico
Them calm streets, fleek
In the jungle, while you holdin' hands in Palm
We was fences, we was playin' benches
One time for my bitches, on the trenches
European boots, suits
diamonds, my niggas shinin'
My nigga son became my own son
The where I'm from, you need your own gun

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

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