Luyện nghe bài hát Paramedics

2 run it
snowman,
100 miles and
Here the paramedics!
It 1 for the money, 2 for the dough
On the of 3
, niggas kicking at door
Here the paramedics!
It 1 for the ghetto, 2 niggas run it
the
, 100 miles and
Here the paramedics!
Here the pain! I've got a name
Ever an adolescent I've been deep in the game
All I need is weed, a little something for the pain
So good like a from T-Pain
say you're nobody til somebody kills you
I say "go be somebody, even if it you."
say "death smells like bad ass weave"
Another watch, another chain: last thing a nigga
I swear to God, a couple right by the night
Clip my a hundred, case another hundred grand
And get some rest when your conscious waking ya
The evil in and them demons start shaking ya
night, dude, I wake up in a cold sweat
Get dressed and hit the club in a vest
God damn, girl, you so sexy, cold
But why still riding to your old shit?
Party by the beat, all still with ya
Party by the big riders, siding with ya
Party by the niggas still hustling to ya
I know you're here in the day, ain't to ya
They say pictures worth about a words
These niggas talking like really worth a thousand birds
Here come the paramedics, bitch I done you
When niggas beef, it's for the tofu
See us riding like mobsters, with the trunk full of choppers
Give a nigga a couple shots, and I talking about vodka
out the sunroof, Snowman driving
Nigga live through shots: Put his ass on Survivor!
Fresh up at the trap, I ain't never a rat
Get cheese like a mouse, so I'm throwing stack
Let you suckers make it rain, I'll it Katrina
And pile all them in the back of my Beemer
Hit the freeway, "Ghetto Boys", with the V12 steaming
Top down, in the rain, dreaming
I'd be lying if I said I still flip
...Well nigga I flip birds!
Word to the on this? I'm sitting on
a rapper alive me and Jeezy ain't shitting on
Who else you know out Benjamins, and piss Patron?
Put Buffer between us, and let's get it on!
Hey Snowman, these niggas hustling
I'mma pull the K out, and turn em back
Look, if I you half a chicken, can you break that bitch down?
Tell the truth, it's me nigga, ain't else around
Jeezy it's a recession, so we hustling that Mayweather
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the best pound for pound, like
I never lost a brick
UPS, FedEx and tape to a bitch
Put her ass on greyhound
that ho to stay down
Sleep the first 48, and up in the A-Town
Give a about a bitch
Die for the paper, hustle
Nigga, I the sky from a scraper
The Gerber out a mouth,
the fire out of Satan's
These rappers turned saints, we pull fucking gauges out
Tims
kicking in the door, at your house
He at the club, well fuck it, we gon wait it out
You him off, so now all the K's is out
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him down from the neighbor's house