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 1 for the ghetto, 2 niggas run it
the
, 100 and gunning
come the paramedics!
Here come the pain! I've got a
Ever since an adolescent I've been in the game
All I need is more weed, a little something for the
So good like a from T-Pain
They say you're til somebody kills you
I say "go be somebody, even if it you."
They say "death like bad ass weave"
Another watch, chain: last thing a nigga needs
I swear to God, a couple right by the stand
Clip my a hundred, case another hundred grand
And get some when your conscious keep waking ya
The evil in and them demons start shaking ya
Every night, dude, I wake up in a sweat
Get and hit the club in a cold vest
God damn, girl, you so sexy, shit
But why they still riding to your old
Party by the beat, all riding with ya
Party by the big riders, siding with ya
Party by the real niggas still to ya
I know you're in the day, ain't nothing to ya
They say pictures worth a thousand words
These niggas talking like really worth a thousand birds
Here come the paramedics, I done told you
niggas calling 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
live through these shots: Put his ass on Survivor!
Fresh up at the trap, I ain't never a rat
Get cheese like a mouse, so I'm throwing stack
Let you suckers make it rain, I'll make it
And all them hoes in the back of my Beemer
Hit the freeway, bumping "Ghetto Boys", the V12 steaming
Top down, in the rain, dreaming
I'd be lying if I I still flip birds
...Well nigga I still birds!
to the doors on this? I'm sitting on
Ain't a rapper alive me and Jeezy shitting on
Who else you know out Benjamins, and piss Patron?
Put Buffer between us, and let's get it on!
Hey Snowman, niggas hustling backwards
pull the K out, and turn em back around
Look, if I give you half a chicken, can you break that down?
the truth, it's me nigga, ain't nobody else around
Jeezy said it's a recession, so we hustling Mayweather
?
the pound for pound, like Mayweather
I never lost a brick
UPS, FedEx and tape to a bitch
Put her ass on that
Tell that ho to stay
Sleep the first 48, and up in the A-Town
a fuck about a bitch
Die for the paper, hustle
Nigga, I take the sky from a
The out a baby mouth,
the fire out of house
These rappers turned saints, we pull them fucking out
Tims
kicking in the door, at 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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him down from the neighbor's house