Luyện nghe bài hát Swing

Don't me your swing
I got mines an' the thing
Blahzay, blahzay, blahzay, who bell rings?
Don't me your swing
I got mine an' that's the
Blahzay, blahzay, blahzay, who names bell

Now for the grab the stash to the Varner any splash
not to crash, swervin', got the la la on the dash
Gettin' up in the armored truck, stuck him for his glam
Shit is yams, now we movin' on the ancient mans

They usin' psycho for the Valentino Gorabani
Fuck Armani Butter, we above these climbs, heist the
Word to gettin' bleed, chasin' on Savannah
Down to Venice, tellin' 'bout my alley runnin' ways
That's how it was 'cuz now they got us blamin' at the

It's all gun an' on a bed of roses gettin' shugged
Wrap him in a rug, leave him on the roof he stink
Hit the pool-hall, fled the Calico an' watch him
on Picaso, paintin' my portraits an' condos
'Cuz when the Lo blows only the Lo knows who knows

Don't give me your
I got an' that's the thing
Blahzay, blahzay, blahzay, who name ring?
Don't me your swing
I got an' that's the thing
Blahzay, blahzay, blahzay, who name ring?

I hate players, I'm from the crown rhyme sayers
kid' sayers get down with no delayin'
I play my shark style, kings an' aces
Welcome to New York, the of all places

I never bleed even through plaza of greed
You got the rarest, true, ain't in yo world
Not them Forrest Gump niggas shades an' S curls
I tilt my crown fly, I'm tryin' to angle you,

The me an' you alliance, is no doubt the fly
prosecute the phony star picks with our style
The million necks, word, go 'head crack a smile
My name is Ish an' somethin' even in this tish

Of pimps, players, hustlers an' killahs an' wish
pretty to me, put in me in your frame
Your complex attitude me, stronger than Blow
You know, we can play the scenes Pacino an' Pfieffer

My queen'll on brinks three karats an' brighter
in foreign fabrics crit seers tighter
Them clown kids you dealt belt
I came swift an' got felt
That champagne brand name style got

My man, Killah Jules put me to these jewels
Thats in the lesson sent to crush fools
'em, peace

Yo, yo, don't give me your
I got an' that's the thing
It's not your swing, it's mines an' that's the
So all that blahzay, blahzay, blahzay, who bell rings?
All that blahzay, blahzay, blahzay, who bell rings?