Luyện nghe bài hát So Harlem

Free bail posters, tail lights on the
Live life vulgar, the FBI
The fast cars pack no holsters
We act dumb don't us

We hit the and stand on club sofas, so get the club owners
'Cause we the boss type Knicks court side
Big chain ride, G4 the lord of skies
And courts in session so you all could

Then pay homage to the board that lies so many
On my corner died, of marijuana how I mourn you
And never mind that my cash find that
We do the mask work, doors cash search

Now where the paper at, man where the at?
You make me wait the gat where baby layin' at
it's a cold world, after world
Emblem on the car no horn on the Capricorn

Everybody 'bout this byrd gang money
And this is gettin' funny to me
you a frog
And I'ma hit you with one in knee

We switch up the cars, we switch up the
Got the bitches sayin', Oh my
We with the stars, it's us against y'all
Bucks at the bar we oh so

A desperado, rich I struck the lotto
Trained to fight like Cus
I paint the night in them models
Racin' in the street potholes
Who gives a is the motto

The new sneakers, new beepers
And no tops on the 2 seaters, it's
me Coupe fever, it's four inches for my shoe divas
You gon' get it 'cause my G'd up

We take chances, flip label
3 day at Atlantis, make way for the gangsters
A 1000 deaths to the cowards, you let him die no
I used to 4 hours

Switch my man had a supply worth of powder
You chumps want the
But when it rain man you can't the showers
Byrd gang and you don't wanna fuck with ours

Everybody talkin' this byrd gang money
And this shit is gettin' to me
you a frog
And I'ma hit you with one in knee

We switch up the cars, we up the broads
Got the bitches sayin', Oh my
We fucks with the stars, us against y'all
Bucks at the bar we oh so

I got no manners, ignorant with choppy
Where we livin' at the cops stand us
And and packin' hammers
And my a act bananas

'Cause they get hungry from talk
I'm talkin' beef not a bit of
If you a go get your boss
We need to sit and

it go further
Mo money mo
And we pop at you
And whoever you got you

My niggaz too hard, cop jewels new cars
Take to Jumar, tryna avoid a new charge
Now I salaam to that and drop a bomb to
It's war in streets no sleep we insomniacs

You out your weight class, eat you like Drake fast
The credits all good motherfucker but I'm straight
Yeah, and I'm oh so
15th bang, bang, you don't no problems

Everybody talkin' 'bout byrd gang money
And this shit is funny to me
you a frog
And I'ma hit you with one in your

We up the cars, we switch up the broads
Got the bitches sayin', Oh my
We fucks with the stars, us against y'all
at the bar we oh so Harlem