Luyện nghe bài hát Chrome & Paint

Ya, ya,
Sunday afternoon,
Pull it out, it out, pull it out
Drive it out, it out
You
Let 'em

I got chrome and
Nigga, what you thank, I got chrome and
Bitch, what you drank, I got and paint?
Smokin' that dank in my and paint

(Street lights)
on paint
(Street lights)
Dance on
(Street lights)
Get a home
You can die in these streets all

I am the wrong nigga, too fuckin' grown
To go for that nigga, I ain't 'cha hoe
I got, a hair trigger, I am the splitter
The sea sniper, you got the wrong niggaz

Retire like Jigga, comes the Attila the Hun
Killin' for fun, these rappers is done
The bigger come, the harder they fall
I burn the sun, continue to ball

got nuts and plus the don touch
And split the fine dutch, sky call hutch
He's laid, some sluts, up in some guts
Just back in the cut, he thinks he's tut

Can't fuck this nigga up, just, the nigga luck
niggaz, really love him and tear the city up
Uhh, even though I'm fuckin' with the
Them nigga know how I act in the

I got and paint
Nigga, what you thank, I got and paint?
Bitch, what you drank, I got chrome and
Smokin' that dank in my chrome and

(Street lights)
on paint
(Street lights)
Dance on
(Street lights)
Get a nigga
You can die in streets all alone

I'm ghetto like grits, die I snitch
Off my ass sag like cellulite tits bitch
the suede, headliner and I ain't yo momma
Play with my dollars on yo' ass be layin' flowers

I put a hole in your with these hollow hot rocks
Hittin' the switch, the fo' hopscotch
up imperial in dickier material
All in your peripheral, throwin' at your vehicle

up, pimped up, big chipped up
Stacy Adams tips spiffied up, golf hat up
I yo' ass off the map, fuck with dub
I'll have yo' ass rollin' home windshield glass on your lap

Fuck rap, I'm wearin' a creased tee, ribs
at you niggaz on MTV Cribs
I got the chrome thang, thang to make the stank
Hood life forever bitch, chrome and paint,

I got chrome and
Nigga, what you thank, I got and paint?
Bitch, what you drank, I got chrome and
Smokin' that dank in my and paint

(Street lights)
on paint
(Street lights)
Dance on
(Street lights)
Get a nigga
You can die in these all alone

(Street lights, lights)
Even though I'm fuckin' the po'-po'
nigga know how I act in the low-low
Slow mo', nigga out my promo
You mo' fo's can't with my mojo

I got and paint
Nigga, what you thank, I got chrome and
Bitch, what you drank, I got and paint?
Smokin' that in my chrome and paint

(Street lights)
on paint
(Street lights)
Dance on
(Street lights)
Get a home
You can die in these all alone
(Street lights)