Luyện nghe bài hát Paramedics

2 run it
snowman,
100 miles and
come the paramedics!
It goes 1 for the money, 2 for the
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 since an adolescent I've been deep in the
All I need is more weed, a something for the pain
So good like a hook T-Pain
say you're nobody til somebody kills you
I say "go be somebody, if it kills you."
say "death smells like bad ass weave"
Another watch, another 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 when your conscious keep waking ya
The evil in and them demons start shaking ya
Every night, dude, I 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
by the big riders, still siding with ya
Party by the niggas still hustling to ya
I know you're in the day, ain't nothing to ya
They say worth about a thousand words
These niggas talking like really worth a thousand birds
Here come the paramedics, bitch I told you
When niggas calling beef, for the tofu
See us riding like some mobsters, with the full of choppers
Give a nigga a couple shots, and I ain't about vodka
out the sunroof, Snowman driving
Nigga through these shots: Put his ass on Survivor!
up at the trap, I ain't never been a rat
Get cheese like a mouse, so I'm throwing stack
Let you suckers it rain, I'll make it Katrina
And pile all them hoes in the of my Beemer
Hit the freeway, bumping "Ghetto Boys", the V12 steaming
Top down, in the rain, California
I'd be lying if I said I still birds
...Well I still flip birds!
Word to the doors on this? I'm on
Ain't a rapper alive me and Jeezy shitting on
Who else you know shit out Benjamins, and piss
Put Michael Buffer between us, and get it on!
Hey Snowman, these niggas hustling
I'mma the K out, and turn em back around
Look, if I give you half a chicken, can you break that down?
Tell the truth, it's me nigga, ain't nobody around
Jeezy said a recession, so we hustling that Mayweather
?
the best for pound, like Mayweather
Undisputed: I never lost a
UPS, FedEx and duct to a bitch
Put her ass on that
that ho to stay down
Sleep the 48, and wake up in the A-Town
Give a about a bitch
Die for the paper, relentless
Nigga, I the sky from a scraper
The Gerber out a mouth,
the out of Satan's house
These turned saints, we pull them fucking gauges out
Tims
kicking in the door, at your house
He at the strip club, fuck it, we gon wait it out
You him off, so now all the K's is out
?
shot him down from the neighbor's