Luyện nghe bài hát We Rollin'

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

Just sit back and relax, Bentley in the back
Lil' momma we (WE ROLLIN, WE ROLLIN)
paint 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)
Yeah I rap and I act, God could be I'm at
Lil' momma we (WE ROLLIN, WE ROLLIN)

The P-I-M-P, the pockets are filled
The cars are sick B, the is milky
He to kill G, the God is real deep
The Coupe leanin, pinky ring freezin
Creep no ceiling, keep the chrome beamin
Cold with no feelings, rollin, pealin
Cruise the track, candy on the 'llac
Shoes bigger than Shaq, lil' momma
he wearin on his back, is never off the rack
Todd Smith custom, all the ladies him
They with him, he crush them, we talkin a mack
A purebred dog, not one of them cats
Thorough to the max, matter fact
Ice so sharp it slice through cataracts
Hard the wars, he tough as a battleaxe
hate him cause he hot, God put him where he at
Fo' sho'!

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

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