ĐĂNG NHẬP BẰNG MÃ QR Sử dụng ứng dụng NCT để quét mã QR Hướng dẫn quét mã
HOẶC Đăng nhập bằng mật khẩu
Vui lòng chọn “Xác nhận” trên ứng dụng NCT của bạn để hoàn thành việc đăng nhập
  • 1. Mở ứng dụng NCT
  • 2. Đăng nhập tài khoản NCT
  • 3. Chọn biểu tượng mã QR ở phía trên góc phải
  • 4. Tiến hành quét mã QR
Tiếp tục đăng nhập bằng mã QR
*Bạn đang ở web phiên bản desktop. Quay lại phiên bản dành cho mobilex
Sorry, this content is currently not available in your country due to its copyright restriction.
You can choose other content. Thanks for your understanding.
Vui lòng đăng nhập trước khi thêm vào playlist!
Thêm bài hát vào playlist thành công

Thêm bài hát này vào danh sách Playlist

Bài hát preach do ca sĩ Swizz Beatz, Jim Jones thuộc thể loại R&b/hip Hop/rap. Tìm loi bai hat preach - Swizz Beatz, Jim Jones ngay trên Nhaccuatui. Nghe bài hát Preach chất lượng cao 320 kbps lossless miễn phí.
Ca khúc Preach do ca sĩ Swizz Beatz, Jim Jones thể hiện, thuộc thể loại R&B/Hip Hop/Rap. Các bạn có thể nghe, download (tải nhạc) bài hát preach mp3, playlist/album, MV/Video preach miễn phí tại NhacCuaTui.com.

Lời bài hát: Preach

Lời đăng bởi: fenghui.liu

I chose Swiss, they ain't ready for the smoke though Still got niggas that be playin' guns at the po-po Probably got a picture of your auntie in my photos That was you in front of the building when she was hoppin' out my photo But what you like 19 now? Cause you probably still never had like 19 thou In my day I had to work to bring the white fiends down Bunch of crackheads around just to wipe the V down While I drank rose when Jay got aces Free leek, he was with me the other day up in Aces Bunch of pretty watchers with the frozen up faces We got them lawyers we can call just to close up the cases ***, I'm from Holland where that stuntin' is outrageous Went up in the dealer just to cop somethin' outrageous Yeah we got parents but the drug dealer's razors ***, I prayed to God but the Lord never saves us So we stuck where we stuck, what was fuckin' with that? I pack guns with shoulder stocks with the muffler attached We take trips to different places with the butler attached Or play back the Maybach, press a button, relax, preach Oh my, oh my gosh, oh my gosh, oh my gosh, preach Oh my, oh my gosh, oh my gosh, oh my gosh Supreme court hearings, brand new McLaren's Suede pipe seats, Triptronic steering Baby this is art, that come with no commission Could be a blind man, just gotta know the vision Private jets just to blow the ism Part of me cause I been accused of male chauvinism Gettin' head in the whip and havin' no collision Never lackin' cause I keep that fully loaded with em ***, you know I gotta shout the bros in prison My nigga gleam is like a blow magician ***, he cook it up and watch it disappear ***, now light it up and let it hit the air I was spittin' a spade all in this bitch's ear I told her, like pretty women like Richard Gere Pack guns and state flies are part of us Four bitches packed up in the Benz's like a party bus All us tough talk, but niggas ain't as hard as us I cook coke in the kitchen, watch it harden up Preach, oh my, oh my gosh, oh my gosh, oh my gosh Preach, oh my, oh my gosh, oh my gosh, oh my gosh Preach, my, oh my gosh, oh my gosh, oh my gosh

Đang tải...
Đang tải...
Đang tải...
Đang tải...