Luyện nghe bài hát Whiskey Eyes

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

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

1: French 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 head like an eagle did it
Shootout the police like 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 gold ain't wood and glue
I seen killers fold for killas
Have your money right the law costs
I seen my rappers 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, brick by brick, it's empire
by lick, gone a sleepwire
Had to learn taxes, you relax
If you don't own masters, your classes turn to ashes
So hit the round table, 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 those whiskey eyes
You tell me things, I they're all lies
I'll fall, fall for you
And nothin' I can't do

[Verse 2: Montana]
They said 'em with success, toe tag ya up
N-n-name a Hollywood bitch I rag up
P-p-promise, the pressure to diamonds
The karma to commas
If the block you eye to eye
Seeing dreams in a
The other son of
Trips out to Cabo, D.C. with a
This Tammy from Miami, put her face on the white Sosa
Come and get a up
I'm on the like the power forward
the hoodies to the Tom Ford
Big up, the stick up
They me to hiccup
I the Bent' over sticker
About to come and pick chick up
theme music with Casino suits
Godfather trilogy, Al shootin'
This Benny Blanco 'fore he killed Carlito
This that Larry Davis before he caught Rico
Them calm streets, Teflon
In the jungle, you holdin' hands in Palm Beach
We was fences, we was playin' benches
One time for my bitches, on the trenches
European boots, suits
diamonds, my niggas shinin'
My nigga Chinx son my own son
The block I'm from, you need your own gun

[Verse 3:
Devil held me up, figured that I'd to God
Took my ground from the 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 Jane, pills, syrup, thick smoke, coughing
Ridin' on these suckas that it
Ballin', took the from the ref and made my own calls
From the pens, got my homie on the call
No work, money goes the mattress only
Hands clean, got some youngins that'll it for me
Really skatin' budget, conflict only
Made my vow to the game, boy, that's

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