Luyện nghe bài hát 20 On Cars 26 On Trucks

(Chorus 2x)
We ridin 20s on the cars and 26s on the
And diggin us it aint no limit to the bucks
We makin noise in the game to let em know we up
And haters movin out the way they they dont wanna play wit us

(/Chorus)

(Verse 1)
We (Chill) how I spit em man
Pockets holdin 50
big body Impala man me and my partners man
20 inch rims keep em spinnin a ceilin fan
Haters gold tending to get me out my figures man

But they cant get the man(no) hit the man(no)
Even them NBA dudes cant the man
Women crowd around me paparazzi takin man
Catch me on the line at Im fixin to get em man
Curren$y got plenty to stack up

Play with me or my crew and we'll be them gats up
And burners too in case you dudes wanna act up
And have you on yo cellie homies for back up

And I dont think you really want it to this
Something for that growl whodi you shut ya trap
But I really comin huntin for no drama

I just wana hit the and leave with yo baby mama
(/Verse 1)

(Verse 2)
We ridin 20s on the 26s on the Lac truck
If the cop will stop me Im gone get hacked up
'cause Im underage but underpaid

Im makin maximum wages richie I got it made
They call me big game plenty dough
You hold me so let me go I got talent and thats for show
Ask about the kid and they'll tell you dude can flow
And Im done with school I be hoopin up in the pros Whoa
No Limit boys we big rimmin our up

Tearin malls up spendin thousands at R Us
Nobody else whos in the game go as as us
Theres as large as us, you dont wanna start with us
I know more about kids than women

Every week they my show on television
They gotta love me they know the winnin
The girlies grinnin my rims they keep spinnin
(/Verse 2)

(Verse 3)
Im a tell ya like keep ya eyes on your chick

'cause her eyes on my wrist and these boys Im with
The girls like me I dont blame em
Im in the Book of Records for the richest entertainer
Call me the ghetto Bill Gates 'cause the cant change us
Had and cars way before I was famous
Im in the pros but I could buy the the

I got two buys one blue the other green
If it aint spinnas then you know I cant roll it
And if I had it over a month then I let my hold it
Im the one on Cribs with a house with gold ceilings
Gotta truck of Bentleys 'cause thats how Im livin

In the winter pull the out
The its the drop top
P Miller on my clothes (whoa) got a million in the

Hey move out the way Im ready to havoc
Me and my soldiers be ballin why be yo actin

I leave cats distractin like magnets
Im the shorty from the Phillipines the attraction
Rollin up in fly whips switchin other day
No Limit ball like the WNBA
(/Verse3)

We chill