Luyện nghe bài hát Whiskey Eyes

[Intro:
We cannot anybody else
(Rock party)
We cannot deal with what anybody is sayin'
I'm a coke boy
1, 2, 3
I'm a coke boy

You lured me in with whiskey eyes
You tell me things, I they're all lies
I'll fall, I'll for you
And there's I can't do

1: French Montana]
Yo,
Ayy, hit the game, put the in it
Go, go on tap veins, put the needle in it
I-I snatch you by your head an eagle did it
Shootout with the police like did it
Middle of the streets The Beatles did it
Can't be in it you leave, or they leave you in it
Ev-Everything that's gold ain't wood and
I seen killers fold for certain
Have your money right the law costs
I seen my favorite rappers turn to
The best thing I did was let that pain my feelings
(Turn the pain music)
Turn the music into millions,
Got my first deal, and I told 'em "Suck a dick"
Once I made my mil', I told them "Fuck a brick"
Brick, brick by brick, it's empire
L-l-lick by lick, gone a
Had to taxes, help you relax
If you don't own your masters, classes turn to ashes
So hit the round table, it all up
Or get the bag, count it all up
Call the bad bitches, 'em all up
the first, we can count it all up
Millionaire bitches, hit the up
(International superstar)

You lured me in those whiskey eyes
You tell me things, I they're all lies
fall, I'll fall for you
And nothin' I can't do

[Verse 2: Montana]
said kill 'em with success, toe tag ya up
N-n-name a Hollywood bitch I rag up
P-p-promise, the pressure to diamonds
The turn to commas
If the told you eye to eye
Seeing in a bottle
The son of Pablo
Trips out to Cabo, D.C. a model
This Tammy Miami, put her face on the white like Sosa
and get a close up
I'm on the post like the power
From the hoodies to the Tom
Big up, f-for the up
They me to hiccup
I copped the over sticker
About to and pick your chick up
theme music with Casino suits
Godfather trilogy, Al Pacino
This that Benny Blanco he killed Carlito
This that Larry Davis before he caught that
calm streets, Teflon fleek
In the jungle, while you holdin' hands in Beach
We was fences, we was playin' benches
One time for my bitches, on the trenches
European boots, European
African diamonds, my shinin'
My Chinx son became my own son
The where I'm from, you need your own gun

[Verse 3:
held me up, figured that I'd convert to God
Took my ground from the and aimed it at the stars
Swag drippin' by the liter, four of purp'
The game for the weak, go and play the church
Off the Mary Jane, pills, syrup, thick smoke,
Ridin' on these suckas that it
Ballin', took the whistle the ref and made my own calls
From the pens, got my on the phone call
No work, money goes the mattress only
Hands clean, got some that'll back it for me
Really skatin' budget, diamonds only
my vow to the game, boy, that's matrimony

You lured me in with those whiskey
You tell me things, I know they're all
I'll fall, I'll for you
And there's nothin' I do