Luyện nghe bài hát Paramedics

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