Luyện nghe bài hát We Rollin'

Ha ha ha!
This is baby, this is real
They this

Just sit back and relax, Bentley seats in the
Lil' we rollin (WE ROLLIN, WE ROLLIN)
Candy on the 'llac, shoes bigger than Shaq
Chrome beamin we (WE ROLLIN, WE ROLLIN)
a scene from The Mack, picture me on it like that
Quick get in, we (WE ROLLIN, WE ROLLIN)
I rap and I act, God could be where I'm at
Lil' we rollin (WE ROLLIN, WE ROLLIN)

The P-I-M-P, the pockets are deep
The are sick B, the bars is milky
He to kill G, the God is real deep
The Coupe Deville leanin, pinky ring
Creep no ceiling, keep the chrome beamin
Cold no feelings, rollin, dough pealin
Cruise the track, candy paint on the
Shoes bigger Shaq, lil' momma relax
What he wearin on his back, is never off the
Todd Smith custom, all the lust him
They with him, he crush them, we 'bout a mack
A purebred dog, not one of them cats
to the max, Q-boro matter fact
Ice so it slice through your cataracts
Hard the wars, he tough as a battleaxe
Don't him cause he hot, God put him where he at
Fo' sho'!

Truly got the bottles on chill, the lookin ill
V.I.P. locked down, crackin them dollar bills
Yankee hat low, Todd Smith the
chick chose him, let him bygones be bygones
All these, amateur macks with eyeballs watery
honies over money that's how the order be
Meanwhile he gets his statements
Your on the corner actin drunk and disorderly
Relax in the Maybach, your booze on
Seats is a couch, get your Tom Cruise on
pedicure with the Jimmy Chu's on
He wanna see more he throw smooth on
The modern day Goldie, game better Kobe
Style than codeine, playin for his own team
When he walk up in the spot, he lookin so
Rubbin money in your face like cold

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