Luyện nghe bài hát Paramedics

2 run it
snowman,
100 and gunning
Here the paramedics!
It goes 1 for the money, 2 for the
On the of 3
, niggas at your door
Here the paramedics!
It goes 1 for the ghetto, 2 run it
the
, 100 miles and
Here the paramedics!
come the pain! I've got a name
Ever since an I've been deep in the game
All I need is more weed, a something for the pain
So good like a hook from
say you're nobody til somebody kills you
I say "go be somebody, even if it you."
They say "death smells bad ass weave"
Another watch, another chain: last thing a nigga
I swear to God, a right by the night stand
my half a hundred, case another hundred grand
And get some when your conscious keep waking ya
The evil in and them demons start shaking ya
Every night, dude, I wake up in a cold
Get dressed and hit the in a cold vest
God damn, girl, you so sexy, cold
But why they riding to your old shit?
by the beat, all still riding with ya
Party by the big riders, still siding ya
Party by the real niggas hustling to ya
I know you're in the day, ain't nothing to ya
They say pictures worth about a words
These niggas talking like they really worth a thousand
come the paramedics, bitch I done told you
When niggas calling beef, it's for the
See us riding like some mobsters, with the trunk full of
Give a nigga a couple shots, and I talking about vodka
out the sunroof, Snowman driving
Nigga live through these Put his ass on Survivor!
up at the trap, I ain't never been a rat
Get cheese like a mouse, so I'm honest stack
Let you make it rain, I'll make it Katrina
And pile all hoes in the back of my Beemer
Hit the freeway, bumping "Ghetto Boys", with the V12
Top down, in the rain, California
I'd be lying if I said I flip birds
...Well I still flip birds!
Word to the doors on I'm sitting on
Ain't a rapper alive me and ain't shitting on
Who else you shit out Benjamins, and piss Patron?
Put Michael between us, and let's get it on!
Hey Snowman, these hustling backwards
I'mma pull the K out, and em back around
Look, if I give you half a chicken, can you that bitch down?
Tell the truth, it's me nigga, ain't nobody else
Jeezy it's a recession, so we hustling that Mayweather
?
the best pound for pound, Mayweather
Undisputed: I never lost a
UPS, and duct tape to a bitch
Put her ass on that
Tell that ho to down
the first 48, and wake up in the A-Town
Give a fuck about a
Die for the paper, hustle
Nigga, I take the sky from a
The Gerber out a mouth,
the fire out of house
rappers turned saints, we pull them fucking gauges out
Black
kicking in the door, at your lady
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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shot him down from the house