Luyện nghe bài hát Whiskey Eyes

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

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

[Verse 1: Montana]
Yo,
Ayy, hit the game, put the in it
Go, go on tap veins, put the needle in it
I-I you by your head like an eagle did it
with the police like Siegel did it
Middle of the streets like The did it
be in it when you leave, or they leave you in it
Ev-Everything that's gold ain't and glue
I seen killers for certain killas
Have money right when the law costs
I my favorite rappers turn to cornballs
The best thing I did was let that hurt my feelings
(Turn the pain music)
Turn the into millions, haaan
Got jerked my deal, and I told 'em "Suck a dick"
Once I made my mil', I told them "Fuck a brick"
Brick, brick by brick, 'til it's
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
the bad bitches, round 'em all up
Come the first, we can it all up
bitches, hit the mall up
(International superstar)

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

2: French Montana]
They said kill 'em 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 dreams in a
The son of Pablo
Trips out to Cabo, D.C. a model
This Tammy from Miami, put her face on the white Sosa
Come and get a up
I'm on the post the power forward
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
Gladiator music with Casino suits
Godfather trilogy, Al shootin'
This that Benny 'fore he killed Carlito
This that Larry Davis before he that Rico
Them calm streets, fleek
In the jungle, while you hands in Palm Beach
We was climbin' fences, we was playin'
One time for my bitches, on the trenches
boots, European suits
African diamonds, my niggas
My nigga Chinx son my own son
The block 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 pavement and it at the stars
Swag drippin' by the liter, four of purp'
The game ain't for the weak, go and play the
Off the Jane, pills, syrup, thick smoke, coughing
Ridin' on these suckas opposed it
Ballin', took the whistle the ref and made my own calls
From the pens, got my homie on the phone
No work, goes under the mattress only
Hands clean, got some youngins that'll it for me
Really skatin' budget, conflict diamonds
my vow to the game, boy, that's matrimony

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