Luyện nghe bài hát Whiskey Eyes

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

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 Siegel did it
Middle of the streets The Beatles did it
Can't be in it you leave, or they leave you in it
Ev-Everything that's gold ain't wood and
I seen killers fold for killas
your money right when the law costs
I my favorite rappers turn to cornballs
The best thing I did was let that pain my feelings
(Turn the pain music)
the music into millions, haaan
Got my first deal, and I told 'em "Suck a dick"
Once I made my first mil', I them "Fuck a brick"
Brick, brick by brick, 'til it's
by lick, gone a sleepwire
Had to learn taxes, you relax
If you own your masters, your classes turn to ashes
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
Millionaire bitches, hit the up
(International superstar)

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

2: French Montana]
They said 'em with success, toe tag ya up
N-n-name a Hollywood I ain't rag up
P-p-promise, the turn to diamonds
The karma turn to
If the told you eye to eye
dreams in a bottle
The other son of
Trips out to Cabo, D.C. a model
This Tammy Miami, put her face on the white like Sosa
and get a close up
I'm on the post the power forward
From the hoodies to the Tom
Big up, the stick up
They me to hiccup
I copped the Bent' sticker
About to come and pick your up
Gladiator theme with Casino suits
Godfather trilogy, Al Pacino
This that Benny 'fore he killed Carlito
This that Davis before he caught that Rico
Them streets, Teflon fleek
In the jungle, you holdin' hands in Palm Beach
We was climbin' fences, we was playin'
One for my bitches, naked on the trenches
European boots, European
diamonds, my niggas shinin'
My Chinx son became 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 from the pavement and aimed it at the stars
Swag drippin' by the liter, four ounce of
The game ain't for the weak, go and the church
Off the Mary Jane, pills, syrup, thick smoke,
Ridin' on these suckas that it
Ballin', took the from the ref and made my own calls
From the pens, got my on the phone call
No work, money under the mattress only
clean, got some youngins that'll back it for me
Really budget, conflict diamonds only
my vow to the game, boy, that's matrimony

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