Luyện nghe bài hát Angel Baby

is for the the O.G. lowriders. As for me,
this is Mr. Capone-eKickin' back Rosie & the
OriginalsTalkin' about, my angel

Angel baby, my baby. Oooooo I love
you, Oooooo I do. can love you, like I doOooooo,

[Verse 1: Mr.
Whoa, whoa,
whoa, in my low-low, 63', go, pedal to
the floor, gotta po-po's. Outsiders, hoppin'
and poppin' and droppin' and when I pop
it, shotgun, slip it, rip it, dip it, flip it, tripitIt's we're ridin', glidin'. Ooh,
take a breath, next, it's pelon Capone
talkin' about my carro, follow me to the strip, simon. Bad to the bone, when I get it on, Marvin Gaye. But
stay away from my chrome homes, 'cause you scratch it, then you'll pay. By the way, my job is detailed with
with an extra coat, stroke, true blue, with the
shiny, tiny spoke In the Empire, to my SGV, to
the O.C, L.A., angel baby the 805, lowridin'
with the underworld

Angel baby, my angel baby. Oooooo I
you, Oooooo I do. Noone can you, like I doOooooo,

[Verse2: Mr.
Zip, zip, zip, low, with the
Hi Soldiers Criminal, Lil Dreamer, Malo Mac, Snaps
and Scappy Loco Gotta roll, roll, roll, use a
stroll. Now you know from bikes to lows, lows to bikes. It's on tonight, Mr. Capone-e, is on By
the way, its another day, crusin' the highway Saturday, Sunday, sideways, pancake it on a one-way Oops,
hura pulled me over, hey hey Give me a but I
trippin' Mr. officer, car show is where
i'm headed of harrassin' me, go after
thee Car jacker because his car to me Angel
is my old school lowrider Got lexos, X-4's, but I
need something tighter do you desire, straight
gangster going Hynas love me but I love my, angel

Angel baby, my baby. Oooooo I love
you, I do. Noone can love you, like I doOooooo,

[Verse 3: Mr.
Now its 6 o'clock, gotta hit the When it pops,
car hops and drops, non-stop Watch out for the
cops, Tommy's Burgers' park and stop Look
at them girls with the skirts But my angel baby stays
by my and never ever will she flirt Drinkin' by
the curb, cops coming, disperse, what's
worse Pull me over again, and can't wait just to
get, count They send us over now we're
back again Watcha, uh, and the night ain't Rosie & the Originals in my date, what's next, we're
on a goodoneNow its to go back, lay back,
cruise to the valleRoll through my calles, follow us
on the Hay guey, they're fine, but my rides
amaze me Party here, by my garage, its called my angel

Angel baby, my angel baby. I love
you, I do.Noone can love you, like I doOooooo,