Luyện nghe bài hát We Rollin'

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

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

The P-I-M-P, the pockets are filled
The cars are sick B, the bars is
He hard to G, the God is real deep
The Coupe Deville leanin, pinky freezin
Creep with no ceiling, keep the chrome
Cold no feelings, rollin, dough pealin
the track, candy paint on the 'llac
Shoes bigger than Shaq, lil' relax
What he wearin on his back, is never off the
Todd custom, all the ladies lust him
They him, he crush them, we talkin 'bout a mack
A purebred dog, not one of alley cats
Thorough to the max, matter fact
Ice so sharp it through your cataracts
from the wars, he tough as a battleaxe
Don't hate him cause he hot, God put him he at
Fo' sho'!

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

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