Luyện nghe bài hát RedEye To Paris

Cause y'all grew up watchin' Rambo and Commando and Cobra and Schwarzenegger, coincidently is now the governor of a state in America. So where does the social responsibility fall for Hollywood? Na'mean that's why me I try tell us that art is a of life. I wants the youth not to shoot and leave a song about it

1: Erick Arc Elliott]
How can I only my business from this 9-5
I smoke that dope, I call that potent, smokin' till I'm
High as hell I'm blinded, been auto pilot
This year my bro told me get
Oui oui, we in
Skepta MC, architecture the textures of
My obsessive to infections when I call to freaks
While this mind is matured I got my green from my
So if you smokin' on Reggie, I smack that green your hands
My revival, ye nah take me title man are stifle
No man, no war, no
Me day are in the ghetto, it pon' me head stone
If I was a star, word to God I'd be
all fashion, I smokes good I talks lavish
Led to fame, a French name, expensive
out to chicken wings from Bob Backlund
Whole Foods, I good, it's organic

[Verse 2: Juice]
In Paris, got hotties, no molly just
Stone like a brick, you in the lobby
dome off the rip, gold colored tints
Whip like I whip, lay my shit ya shrimp
Technical spray and beheaded
Get used to
useful, they used to slaves
[?] man use their
The proofs of
in America's roots
Livin'? I'm barely, just
To the and cave in the roof
Big for the majors it's proof
Skepta with the ganja,
Represent for my mama, stay
get it for low and the flip too
Flatbush in the news, cops killed
Niggas of the blue gotta who
on my mind, what I've been through
All alone in the scroll a issue
Sticking to the dry a tissue
Sacrifice for the world, gonna you
One wish, few and a pistol
White [?] we miss you
Tip top, hip-hop official
Not hot, been told not
Big shot, big my [?]
Zombies wide, continental

[Hook: Erick Arc (x2)
Yo shawty on my wood
Ay it ain't no problem cause we smokin' on that good
Light one for my niggas who represent the hood
You we smokin' that fire, she light the wood
Dawg I fuck her good

[Verse 3: Darko]
Won't be until I'm on and niggas hand me the throne
Physically many places but I'm Brooklyn's own
If a nigga as me then he must be a clone
Yo is foamin at the mouth, I had to give her a bone
should be embarrassed I caught her red eyed in Paris
Eyes red smokin' the hash
Ah that classic, I'm nasty pass me it
Bitch and I smash it, me a tab of some acid
me the globe and I trot that bitch
Like you know what the is
You Hardly Bent I'm Harvey
Put my in the flip, you ain't a pimp
Your reign ain't shit, you put your faith in the
Saint laurent crash denims, my shit came with the
My flow is sick, I spit more a retard's kiss
I'm in your bitch, I my hips like I'm ravishing Rick
I'm rather sick, ahh fell my vibe, catchin' my
I wore a rubber that night, so that be my kid
Do as I say and get out, my actions and live

[Verse 4:
I get love from the north and the
Love the south and the east
a zombie attack you bitches, we don't care about the police
I know you heard about the single, and you about the album that I'm about to release
That's why I'm in Paris taking pics with the girls on the streets
There never be another like me, rep my gang 'til I D.I.E
And I don't wanna get buried in a
Burn me and my ashes in the sea (amen)
Hennessey and in the cup
And got me the weed and the Rizlas
I'm gonna my spliff 'til it gets to the roach and it burns my fingers
Watch the boy spit now
chairs make a man sit down
Any size, rave or a big crowd
Somebody's gonna die like Chris Brown
me broke in the hood on the run from the police, up to no good
Driving with no license, two packs in the seat, looking like Suge
Fuck that, I've get paid I swear, I'm tryn'a be the hustler of the year
I've been it for lots of years, put money on my head, that's stocks and shares
I put the work in, I go too hard, business man with no card
Take a good right now, the last time you see a rude boy like me spitting these bars
Erick Arc Elliot] (x2)