Luyện nghe bài hát Bright Lights, Big City

Yeah, turn it up in head phones
Ya know like that shit sound like rock
You what I'm talkin' 'bout
Yea, my man Bruno just in

You how we living it up
We all money
That's what he to say
Fuck it, it's my life

This is a dream of a
I had the butter and the fiends was in with us
We copped the gutta, not a team that could fuck us
And word to mother keep the in every truck with us

Now I was like Rich was and some of my bitches
Was so hard, got some of us sick thugs
And minor setbacks got some of us up
But the guns we done up so we coming to get ya

And the local authorities
And the big boys don't pick up my case
'Cause for big toys and these chips, we get chased
Playing ball just like the Orioles to get to 1st

But the on 2nd, bust on 3rd
You know move with the weapons, get bucks off birds
like I'm playing Chicken with my life
Tryna get paper moving pitches for a price

I come to ride out with them niggas, baby, we figures
It's byrd gang, we it big
But we towered up, get the Remy need a cup
You good, can I get a squeeze?

I don't think you want it with them
'Cause hammers they wont hesitate to squeeze
We on the road, travel 'cross the
All my homies ain't cheese

the nightmares of a trap star
With white tees, air's and my fast car
D.A tryna me in the charge
But I bought some V's and a pack in my garage

Now me what's the odds?
We the last crew standing now in charge
Yeah, 300 for the show
Another hundred on the hand to the ice glow

Another 10 grand to watch the roll
to let you motherfuckers see this how my life go
The bright lights and big city
live the nightlife until the pigs get me

Range Roving, Big Series
The chain frozen, big chunk
White girls say he's all semi
But you don't to cost him 'cause he got a short fuse

I to ride out with them niggas, baby, we getting figures
It's byrd gang, we it big
But we towered up, get the I'll need a cup
You slippin' good, can I get a

I don't think you want it with them
'Cause hammers they wont hesitate to squeeze
We on the road, travel 'cross the
All my and they get cheese

We live life on and we flip white for a salary
You might catch us at the light in the V
But watch them And Whites', try and grab a G

Making some so the hate's getting thick
Watch the world through my tint, smoking in the whip
Contemplate, maybe a little trip
Ocean Drive heavy glean in my neck

Call up cabs, rushing drinks out of Willies'
"Eu Seuy O Balling", but y'all
Getting locked up for and ya lawyer's ain't Jewish
why I keep the Turnie's on the tainer

'Cause every time I I'm getting chained up
They say what want to search, tryna tame us
I think mad we from the turf and we dangerous
And my whole crew icey we playing hockey like the

I come to ride out with them niggas, baby, we figures
byrd gang, we doing it big
But we up, get the Remy I'll need a cup
You good, can I get a squeeze?

I don't think you want it with niggas
them hammers they wont hesitate to squeeze
We on the road, travel the globe
All my homies ain't cheese

I don't think you want it with niggas
them hammers they wont hesitate to squeeze
We on the road, 'cross the globe
All my homies diggin' cheese