Luyện nghe bài hát Paramedics

2 run it
snowman,
100 miles and
come the paramedics!
It 1 for the money, 2 for the dough
On the of 3
, niggas kicking at door
come the paramedics!
It goes 1 for the ghetto, 2 run it
the
, 100 and gunning
come the paramedics!
Here come the pain! I've got a
Ever since an adolescent been deep in the game
All I need is more weed, a little for the pain
So good like a hook from
They say you're nobody til somebody you
I say "go be somebody, if it kills you."
They say "death smells bad ass weave"
watch, another chain: last thing a nigga needs
I swear to God, a couple right by the night
my half a hundred, case another hundred grand
And get rest when your conscious keep waking ya
The evil kicks in and them demons start ya
Every night, dude, I wake up in a cold
Get and hit the club in a cold vest
God damn, girl, you so sexy, shit
But why still riding to your old shit?
Party by the beat, all still with ya
Party by the big riders, still with ya
Party by the real niggas still to ya
I know you're here in the day, nothing to ya
They say pictures worth a thousand words
These talking like they really worth a thousand birds
come the paramedics, bitch I done told you
When niggas beef, it's for the tofu
See us riding like some mobsters, with the full of choppers
Give a a couple shots, and I ain't talking about vodka
Hanging out the sunroof, driving
Nigga live these shots: Put his ass on Survivor!
up at the trap, I ain't never been a rat
Get cheese a mouse, so I'm honest throwing stack
Let you make it rain, I'll make it Katrina
And pile all them hoes in the of my Beemer
Hit the freeway, "Ghetto Boys", with the V12 steaming
Top down, in the rain, California
I'd be lying if I said I flip birds
...Well nigga I flip birds!
Word to the on this? I'm sitting on
Ain't a rapper me and Jeezy ain't 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 pull the K out, and turn em back
Look, if I you half a chicken, can you break that bitch down?
the truth, it's me nigga, ain't nobody else around
Jeezy it's a recession, so we hustling that Mayweather
?
the best for pound, like Mayweather
Undisputed: I never a brick
UPS, FedEx and duct to a bitch
Put her ass on that
that ho to stay down
Sleep the first 48, and up in the A-Town
a fuck about a bitch
Die for the paper, hustle
Nigga, I the sky from a scraper
The out a baby mouth,
the out of Satan's house
rappers turned saints, we pull them fucking gauges out
Black
in the door, at your lady house
He at the strip club, fuck it, we gon wait it out
You him off, so now all the K's is out
?
him down from the neighbor's house