Luyện nghe bài hát Whiskey Eyes

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

You lured me in with those eyes
You me things, I know they're all lies
I'll fall, I'll for you
And there's nothin' I do

[Verse 1: French
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 like an eagle did it
Shootout the police like Siegel did it
Middle of the like The Beatles did it
Can't be in it you leave, or they leave you in it
Ev-Everything that's ain't wood and glue
I seen fold for certain killas
Have money right when the law costs
I my favorite rappers turn to cornballs
The best thing I did was let pain hurt my feelings
(Turn the into music)
the music into millions, haaan
Got my first deal, and I told 'em "Suck a dick"
Once I my first mil', I told them "Fuck a brick"
Brick, brick by brick, 'til empire
L-l-lick by lick, gone a
Had to learn taxes, you relax
If you don't own masters, your 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
Millionaire bitches, hit the up
(International superstar)

You me in with those whiskey eyes
You tell me things, I know they're all
I'll fall, fall for you
And there's nothin' I do

[Verse 2: Montana]
They said kill 'em success, toe tag ya up
N-n-name a Hollywood I ain't rag up
P-p-promise, the turn to diamonds
The karma to commas
If the told you eye to eye
Seeing dreams in a
The son of Pablo
Trips out to Cabo, D.C. with a
This Tammy from Miami, put her face on the white like
and get a close up
I'm on the like the power forward
the hoodies to the Tom Ford
Big up, f-for the up
They me to hiccup
I copped the Bent' sticker
About to come and pick your up
Gladiator theme music with Casino
trilogy, Al Pacino shootin'
This that Benny Blanco 'fore he Carlito
This that Larry Davis before he that Rico
calm streets, Teflon fleek
In the jungle, while you holdin' hands in Beach
We was climbin' fences, we was benches
One for my bitches, naked on the trenches
boots, European suits
African diamonds, my niggas
My nigga son became my own son
The block where I'm from, you need own gun

[Verse 3:
Devil held me up, that I'd convert to God
Took my ground 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
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, money goes under the only
Hands clean, got some youngins back it for me
Really skatin' budget, conflict diamonds
Made my vow to the game, boy, matrimony

You lured me in those whiskey eyes
You tell me things, I they're all lies
I'll fall, fall for you
And there's nothin' I do