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 kicking at door
come the paramedics!
It 1 for the ghetto, 2 niggas run it
the
, 100 miles and
Here the paramedics!
come the pain! I've got a name
Ever since an adolescent I've been deep in the
All I need is weed, a little 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."
They say "death smells 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 when your conscious keep waking ya
The evil kicks in and demons start 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, shit
But why they still to your old shit?
Party by the beat, all still with ya
Party by the big riders, still siding 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 niggas talking like they really a thousand birds
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 ain't about vodka
out the sunroof, Snowman driving
Nigga live through shots: Put his ass on Survivor!
Fresh up at the trap, I never been 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 hoes in the of my Beemer
Hit the freeway, bumping "Ghetto Boys", the V12 steaming
Top down, in the rain, dreaming
I'd be lying if I said I still flip
...Well nigga I flip birds!
to the doors on this? I'm sitting on
Ain't a rapper alive me and Jeezy shitting on
Who else you know shit out Benjamins, and piss
Put Michael between us, and let's get it on!
Hey Snowman, these niggas hustling
pull the K out, and turn em back 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
I never lost a brick
UPS, FedEx and tape to a bitch
Put her ass on that
Tell ho to stay down
Sleep the 48, and wake up in the A-Town
Give a about a bitch
Die for the paper, hustle
Nigga, I the sky from a scraper
The out a baby mouth,
the fire out of Satan's
These rappers turned saints, we pull fucking gauges out
Black
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