Luyện nghe bài hát Burn Rubber

Inside
you know about that
Real
The real

I rubber on you quick as hell
You need some paper, don't shit on yourself
you see me rollin' in luxury
I fuck witchu, so don't fuck with me

I'm just ridin', sidin', whippin' and
I look at all the hoes trippin'
It's no big deal when hotties get hot
When get jealous, somebody get shot

You in love? Might make you lose your
why I run these gray girls, two at a time
With no discretion, to me so depressin'
like you don't know, my profession

I look at thighs, and look at them titties
Take your ass on out, of Sin City
Wearin' all pink just like Kitty
Bringin' all C-notes and no fifties

Burnin' rubber on bitches, so fast

Burn rubber as you all fast
it like Short, no ass, no pass
All you Santa Claus players, be on way
With a bag of toys on the back of your sleigh

You hit girls house, one by one
Climb down the chimney, and 'em all somethin'
You trick, come around me frontin'
'bout how you pimpin' givin' hoes what they wantin'

You worse than a studio
Behind closed doors, gettin' his booty spanked up
You disrespect the game
All video hoes out there spittin' your name

You love it when make that, ass clap
But she don't give me no cash, I'll it back
I kick her where she the crack
In the plastic sack, when she crash the 'llac bitch

They to give the rap game to some real punks
It's just when disco, killed the funk
Can't tell me nothin', I know I'm right
Like a bowlegged with a overbite, that suck it right

Player pimp don't lie
How many porn stars you that went to Crenshaw High?
A lot of for a whole lot of nuttin'
You just wannabe noticed so out there sluttin'

I never really cared about popular
all about sittin' on top of the game
So don't stop 'til your drop
the mayor, the preacher, and a cop

You better tell him it cost, get his mind on track
he look like he lost
Bring him back, and dig in his pockets
Steal his watch, and sure he got a drop, beotch