Luyện nghe bài hát We Rollin'

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

The P-I-M-P, the pockets are filled
The are sick B, the bars is milky
He hard to G, the God is real deep
The Coupe Deville leanin, pinky freezin
Creep no ceiling, keep the chrome beamin
Cold no feelings, rollin, dough pealin
Cruise the track, candy on the 'llac
Shoes than Shaq, lil' momma relax
What he wearin on his back, is off the rack
Todd custom, all the ladies lust him
They with him, he crush them, we 'bout a mack
A purebred dog, not one of them alley
Thorough to the max, Q-boro matter
Ice so it slice through your cataracts
Hard from the wars, he tough as a
hate him cause he hot, God put him where he at
Fo' sho'!

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

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