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 your
Here 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 I've been deep in the game
All I need is more weed, a little for the pain
So like a hook from T-Pain
They say 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 stand
Clip my half a hundred, 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 sweat
Get dressed and hit the in a cold vest
God damn, girl, you so sexy, cold
But why they riding to your old shit?
Party by the beat, all still riding ya
Party by the big riders, still siding ya
Party by the niggas still hustling to ya
I know you're in the day, ain't nothing to ya
They say pictures worth about a words
These niggas like they really worth a thousand birds
come the paramedics, bitch I done told you
When niggas calling beef, 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
out the sunroof, Snowman driving
Nigga live these 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 throwing stack
Let you suckers make it rain, make it Katrina
And pile all them in the back 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 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 Patron?
Put Michael between us, and let's get it on!
Hey Snowman, these niggas backwards
I'mma pull the K out, and turn em back
Look, if I give you half a chicken, can you break that bitch
Tell the truth, it's me nigga, nobody else around
Jeezy said it's a recession, so we hustling Mayweather
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the best pound for pound, like
Undisputed: I never a brick
UPS, FedEx and duct to a bitch
Put her ass on that
Tell that ho to stay
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 them fucking gauges out
Black
kicking in the door, at lady house
He at the strip club, well fuck it, we gon it out
You him off, so now all the K's is out
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shot him down the neighbor's house