Luyện nghe bài hát Whiskey Eyes

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

You lured me in with those whiskey
You tell me things, I know they're all
I'll fall, fall 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 veins, put the needle in it
I-I snatch you by your head an eagle did it
with the police like Siegel did it
Middle of the streets The Beatles did it
Can't be in it when you leave, or leave you in it
Ev-Everything that's ain't wood and glue
I seen killers for certain killas
Have money right when the law costs
I seen my favorite rappers to cornballs
The best thing I did was let that pain hurt my
(Turn the into music)
Turn the music into millions,
Got jerked my first deal, and I 'em "Suck a dick"
Once I made my mil', I told them "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 classes to ashes
So hit the round table, 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 those eyes
You tell me things, I know they're all
I'll fall, I'll 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
dreams 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 forward
the hoodies to the Tom Ford
Big up, f-for the up
wanted me to hiccup
I copped the over sticker
About to come and pick chick up
Gladiator theme music with Casino
trilogy, Al Pacino shootin'
This that Blanco 'fore he killed Carlito
This that Larry Davis before he that Rico
Them calm streets, Teflon
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, European
African diamonds, my niggas
My nigga son became my own son
The block where I'm from, you your own gun

3: Chinx]
Devil held me up, figured 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 Mary Jane, pills, syrup, smoke, coughing
on these suckas that opposed it
Ballin', took the whistle from the ref and my own calls
From the pens, got my homie on the phone
No work, goes under the mattress only
Hands clean, got some youngins back it for me
Really skatin' budget, diamonds only
Made my vow to the game, boy, that's

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