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 come the pain! got a name
since an adolescent I've been deep in the game
All I need is more weed, a something for the pain
So good like a hook from
They say nobody til somebody kills you
I say "go be somebody, even if it you."
say "death smells like bad ass weave"
Another watch, chain: last thing a nigga needs
I swear to God, a couple right by the night
Clip my half a hundred, another hundred grand
And get some rest when your conscious keep ya
The evil kicks in and them demons shaking ya
Every night, dude, I wake up in a cold
Get dressed and hit the club in a vest
God damn, girl, you so sexy, cold
But why they still riding to your old
Party by the beat, all still riding ya
Party by the big riders, still with ya
Party by the real still hustling to ya
I know you're in the day, ain't nothing to ya
They say pictures about a thousand words
These talking like they really worth a thousand birds
Here the paramedics, bitch I done told you
When calling beef, it's for the tofu
See us like some mobsters, with the trunk full of choppers
Give a nigga a couple shots, and I ain't talking vodka
Hanging out the sunroof, Snowman
Nigga live through shots: Put his ass on Survivor!
Fresh up at the trap, I ain't been a rat
Get cheese like a mouse, so I'm honest stack
Let you suckers make it rain, I'll make it
And pile all hoes in the back of my Beemer
Hit the freeway, bumping "Ghetto Boys", with the V12
Top down, in the rain, dreaming
I'd be lying if I I still flip birds
...Well nigga I flip birds!
to the doors on this? I'm sitting on
Ain't a rapper alive me and Jeezy ain't on
Who else you know shit out Benjamins, and piss
Put Michael Buffer us, and let's get it on!
Hey Snowman, these niggas hustling
I'mma pull the K out, and turn em around
Look, if I give you a chicken, can you break that bitch down?
Tell the truth, it's me nigga, ain't nobody else
said it's a recession, so we hustling that Mayweather
?
the best for pound, like Mayweather
Undisputed: I lost a brick
UPS, and duct tape to a bitch
Put her ass on that
Tell that ho to down
Sleep the first 48, and wake up in the
Give a fuck about a
Die for the paper, relentless
Nigga, I the sky from a scraper
The out a baby mouth,
the fire out of house
These rappers turned saints, we pull them fucking out
Black
kicking in the door, at your house
He at the strip club, well it, we gon wait it out
You him off, so now all the K's is out
?
shot him down from the house