Luyện nghe bài hát Whiskey Eyes

[Intro:
We deal anybody else
(Rock party)
We cannot deal with what anybody else is
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, I'll for you
And there's I can't 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 with the police like 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 gold wood and glue
I seen killers fold for killas
your money right when the law costs
I seen my rappers turn to cornballs
The best thing I did was let pain hurt my feelings
(Turn the pain music)
Turn the music millions, haaan
Got jerked my first deal, and I 'em "Suck a dick"
Once I my first mil', I told them "Fuck a brick"
Brick, brick by brick, 'til it's
by lick, gone a sleepwire
Had to learn taxes, you relax
If you don't own your masters, your turn to ashes
So hit the table, count it all up
Or get the brown bag, it all up
Call the bad bitches, '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 know they're all
fall, I'll fall for you
And nothin' I can't do

[Verse 2: French
They said kill 'em success, toe tag ya up
N-n-name a bitch I ain't 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 son of Pablo
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 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 come and pick your up
theme music with Casino suits
Godfather trilogy, Al shootin'
This that Benny Blanco 'fore he Carlito
that Larry Davis before he caught that Rico
Them streets, Teflon fleek
In the jungle, while you holdin' in Palm Beach
We was climbin' fences, we was benches
One for my bitches, naked on the trenches
boots, European suits
African diamonds, my niggas
My Chinx son became my own son
The block where I'm from, you need own gun

[Verse 3:
Devil me up, figured that I'd convert to God
Took my ground from the pavement and it at the stars
Swag drippin' by the liter, four of purp'
The ain't for the weak, go and play the church
Off the Mary Jane, pills, syrup, thick smoke,
Ridin' on these suckas opposed 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 under the mattress
Hands clean, got some youngins that'll it for me
Really skatin' budget, conflict diamonds
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
fall, I'll fall for you
And there's nothin' I do