Luyện nghe bài hát Cadillac On 22's

It's be aight though (ohh)
This for you, yeah!
on 22s...
Pimp my voice and mack beats..
Pray to the to the for these Mississippi streets

[Chorus - 2x]
on 22s
I ain't did nothing in my life but stayed
my voice and mack these beats and
Pray to the for these Mississippi streets, hey!

God I know we pimp
God I know we wrong
God I know why she talk about all of my songs
I know these are listening
I I'm here for a mission
But it's so hard to get 'em wit 22 all glisten
I these balls are talking
Lord I do right
I tried to fight but these demons they comp at me at
my momma, my daddy, my girl and all my boys
I lost but I guess I still got the whining Roy
My couzins sweet, momma lay Jason
Lord I'm praying for swacking my heart is impatient
Keep 'em off them drugs, far away thugs
He's still my hero but a shell bed or what it was
Yeah smoking get a buzz, but God I hear ya
And wrong wit balling
But my is just steadily falling
And the sex and the dead, and the jail
God I'm stacking my mail but I end up in hell?

Lord they hung Andre
Lord they hung Reynold
Lord I wanna fight but I'm just so sick of bouncing
Lord I'm sick of jumping, Lord please tell me something
My still dumping my music, bumping but I feel nothing
My is steadily pumping
My heart is breaking
Sometimes I feel I'm faking, man
I'm so of taking
Maybe hell ain't a place meant for us to
Maybe Earth is telling just a for us to learn
Bout yo love, yo will and
Sometimes I wish I wasn't born in the first
Maybe this base, God knocked the ball up out the park
So we can come home this world right here is feeling so
so cold, Lord I'm feeling so old
I dunno if I can take this world here no more
22 inch rims on the
I guess that was yo footprint in the carrying us on yo back

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