Luyện nghe bài hát Paramedics

2 run it
snowman,
100 and gunning
come the paramedics!
It goes 1 for the money, 2 for the
On the of 3
, niggas at your door
come the paramedics!
It goes 1 for the ghetto, 2 run it
the
, 100 and gunning
come the paramedics!
Here come the pain! 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 you're nobody til kills you
I say "go be somebody, if it kills you."
say "death smells like bad ass weave"
Another watch, another chain: last a nigga needs
I swear to God, a couple by the night stand
my half a hundred, case another hundred grand
And get some rest when your conscious 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 club in a cold
God damn, girl, you so sexy, shit
But why still riding to your old shit?
Party by the beat, all riding with ya
Party by the big riders, siding with ya
Party by the real niggas hustling to ya
I you're here in the day, ain't nothing to ya
They say pictures about a thousand words
These niggas like they really worth a thousand birds
Here come the paramedics, bitch I done you
When niggas beef, it's for the tofu
See us riding like mobsters, with the trunk full of choppers
Give a nigga a couple shots, and I ain't about vodka
Hanging out the sunroof, Snowman
Nigga live through these Put his ass on Survivor!
Fresh up at the trap, I ain't been a rat
Get like a mouse, so I'm honest 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 flip birds
...Well nigga I still birds!
Word to the doors on I'm sitting on
Ain't a rapper alive me and Jeezy ain't on
Who else you shit out Benjamins, and piss Patron?
Put Michael between us, and let's get it on!
Hey Snowman, niggas hustling backwards
I'mma pull the K out, and turn em around
Look, if I give you half a chicken, can you break that bitch
Tell the truth, it's me nigga, ain't else around
Jeezy said it's a recession, so we hustling that
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the best pound for pound, like
Undisputed: I lost a brick
UPS, and duct tape to a bitch
Put her ass on that
Tell that ho to down
Sleep the first 48, and up in the A-Town
Give a fuck about a
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 them gauges out
Black
in the door, at your lady house
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 from the neighbor's house