求一首好听的英文歌

求一首好听的英文歌

是20点到21点的节目吗 我回听了下是 Johnny - Ailee

Original - Mystikal&Birdman&Lil Wayne

(Mystikal what's poppin?

Welcome to the team)

I'm a political refugee

That’s how the fuck I felt

Birds for the summer

Hummers for the runners

Candy on the paint

9 for the thunder

Throw a couple hundreds

Fishing on a fishtail

Big money shit, Cash Money oil well

High roller, shot caller, big boss

Original, real nigga from the start

Head huntin’, price on a nigga tab

Hit ‘em up for playing with a nigga mail

Niggas sound better than Beethoven

To the beat that I rap over

Stay outta that medicine cabinet

Yeah, that what they told me

They giving us piss test cause we stay rollin’

And know a nigga act better than

a .45 caliber pistol when they loading

They penalize us, tryna slow us down

They constantly fucking us up

That’s why we’re buck wild

Call me porch monkey, call me jigaboo

When you know you wanna fuck my woman and eat my barbeque

How the fuck you gon’ watch my house?

But don’t wanna live on my street

The ape man told Tarzan: “how the fuck you better than me?”

Rap, I run that rock and got a jump shot

Who we got? that blood wife up in that white house

I took a look and didn’t sell out

I was in the building, didn’t bail out

Hoping motherfucker didn’t fell out

Back to the top from the jail house

Nigga lace ‘em up, tie ya shoe

Catch a cut, we know what pressure do

Birds for the summer

Hummers for the runners

Candy on the paint

9 for the thunder

Throw a couple hundreds

Fishing on a fishtail

Big money shit, Cash Money oil well

High roller, shot caller, big boss

Original, real nigga from the start

Head huntin’, price on a nigga tab

Hit ‘em up for playing with a nigga mail

Who out c’here fucking with me, huh? tell me that

I’m ’bout to drop that shit, where my pamper at?

Try to answer that, or give me my mantle back

I bury you cockroaches, shoulda left me where I was at

You dun made that fucking bed, you dun built this fucking castle

Buckwheat and his friend Alfalfa

couldn’t do nothing with this little rascal

I’m one slicker retarded, yeah nigga what the hell

Talking Baby business, yea bitch dumb shit

Don’t be fucking with me, cause you won’t get off easy

I feel just like Drew Brees when they kick off football season

How I cut the ref, you can’t stop it from bleeding

Rappers better leave me alone if they wanna keep on breathing

Now keep on starving and I’m gonna keep on eating

And you keep on sucking, and I’mma keep on skeeting

Nigga you can be the one bussing, or be the one fleeing

Nigga better keep on trucking,

ain’t no motherfuckin’ trouble this evening

Birds for the summer

Hummers for the runners

Candy on the paint

9 for the thunder

Throw a couple hundreds

Fishing on a fishtail

Big money shit, Cash Money oil well

High roller, shot caller, big boss

Original, real nigga from the start

Head huntin’, price on a nigga tab

Hit ‘em up for playing with a nigga mail

Uh, ain’t it crazy how shit be? that’s why I flush it

I got the Tommy gun with the drum, that’s percussion

I just popped a couple pain pills, self destruction

I made something out of nothing, thanks for nothing

I pistol whip ya bitch, knock her out, Robitussin

Ran up in your house, killed everybody, no discussion

Rep that motherfucking red flag like a Russian

Yeah, look, I told her: “baby, I’m a thrasher”

We kissed, I lit her ass up then I ashed her

No hard feelings, no car dealing, but I shuffle my queens

Duffle bag too heavy to carry to the car, my Mary in a jar

I’m food, I let the haters add a little salt

That’s cool, I do it for all the niggas that try

And all the bitches I’ve fucked, and all my niggas that died

Tunechi

Birds for the summer

Hummers for the runners

Candy on the paint

9 for the thunder (yeah)

Throw a couple hundreds

Fishing on a fishtail (you know it wouldn’t be right without the boyyy)

Big money shit, Cash Money oil well

High roller, shot caller, big boss (yeah)

Original, real nigga from the start (Fee, you remember that?)

Head huntin’, price on a nigga tab

Hit ‘em up for playing with a nigga mail

Yeah, we up there boy

(They call me, erm, as a matter fact they don’t call me)

Deep in this ocean

Yeah, helichoppers

(I call them)

Uptown, we in the building

(As a matter of fact, I call them out)

30504 boy, we the business, hah (haha)

Yeah, billionaire minds, 100 (and the phone always of the hook)

(You scared or something? ha

If I was you I would be, haha)