Luyện nghe bài hát Paramedics

2 run it
snowman,
100 and gunning
come the paramedics!
It 1 for the money, 2 for the dough
On the of 3
, niggas kicking at your
come the paramedics!
It 1 for the ghetto, 2 niggas run it
the
, 100 miles and
come the paramedics!
Here come the pain! got a name
Ever since an adolescent I've been deep in the
All I need is more weed, a little for the pain
So good like a hook from
say you're nobody til somebody kills you
I say "go be somebody, even if it you."
say "death smells like bad ass weave"
Another watch, chain: last thing a nigga needs
I swear to God, a couple right by the stand
my half a hundred, case another hundred grand
And get some rest when conscious keep waking ya
The evil kicks in and demons start shaking ya
night, dude, I wake up in a cold sweat
Get dressed and hit the club in a cold
God damn, girl, you so sexy, shit
But why they still riding to your old
Party by the beat, all still with ya
Party by the big riders, siding with ya
Party by the real niggas hustling to ya
I know you're in the day, ain't nothing to ya
They say pictures worth a thousand words
These talking like they really worth a thousand birds
Here come the paramedics, bitch I told you
niggas calling beef, it's for the tofu
See us like some mobsters, with the trunk full of choppers
Give a nigga a couple shots, and I ain't talking vodka
out the sunroof, Snowman driving
Nigga through these shots: Put his ass on Survivor!
Fresh up at the trap, I ain't been a rat
Get cheese like a mouse, so I'm honest stack
Let you suckers it rain, I'll make it Katrina
And pile all them in the back of my Beemer
Hit the freeway, bumping "Ghetto Boys", the V12 steaming
Top down, in the rain, dreaming
I'd be lying if I said I still flip
...Well nigga I flip birds!
Word to the doors on I'm sitting on
Ain't a alive me and Jeezy ain't shitting on
Who you know shit out Benjamins, and piss Patron?
Put Michael Buffer us, and let's get it on!
Hey Snowman, these niggas hustling
I'mma the K out, and turn em back around
Look, if I give you half a chicken, can you break that bitch
the truth, it's me nigga, ain't nobody else around
Jeezy said it's a recession, so we hustling that
?
the pound for pound, like Mayweather
I never lost a brick
UPS, FedEx and duct tape to a
Put her ass on greyhound
Tell that ho to down
Sleep the 48, and wake up in the A-Town
a fuck about a bitch
Die for the paper, hustle
Nigga, I take the sky from a
The Gerber out a mouth,
the fire out of Satan's
rappers turned saints, we pull them fucking gauges out
Black
kicking in the door, at lady house
He at the strip club, fuck it, we gon wait it out
You him off, so now all the K's is out
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shot him down from the house