Luyện nghe bài hát Swing

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

Now for the grab the to the alley Varner any splash
Tryin' not to crash, swervin', got the la la on the
Gettin' bent up in the armored truck, him for his glam
Shit is candy yams, now we movin' on the mans

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

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

Don't me your swing
I got mines an' 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 bell

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

I never even through this plaza of greed
You got the rarest, true, game in yo world
Not them Gump niggas with shades an' S curls
I tilt my crown fly, I'm to angle you, girl

The me an' you alliance, is no the fly science
We'll prosecute the phony star with our style
The million dollar necks, word, go 'head crack a
My name is Ish an' that's somethin' even in tish

Of pimps, players, hustlers an' killahs an' they
Your to me, put in me in your frame
Your complex attitude intrigue me, stronger than
You know, we can play the scenes like an' Pfieffer

My queen'll shine on 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 close to these
Thats dropped in the lesson sent to fools
Crush 'em,

Yo, yo, give me your swing
I got mines an' that's the
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 name rings?