Luyện nghe bài hát Cadillac On 22's

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

[Chorus - 2x]
on 22s
I ain't did in my life but stayed true
my voice and mack these beats and
Pray to the Lord for these streets, hey!

God I know we pimp
God I know that we
God I know why she about Moet all of my songs
I these kids are listening
I know I'm for a mission
But it's so hard to get 'em wit 22 rims all
I these balls are talking
I wanna do right
I tried to fight but these they comp at me at night
my momma, my daddy, my girl and all my boys
I lost Rachelle but I guess I still got the Roy
My sweet, momma lay that Jason
Lord I'm praying for swacking my heart is impatient
'em off them drugs, far away from 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 shit wit balling
But my is just steadily falling
And the sex and the dead, and the other
God I'm stacking my mail but will I end up in

Lord hung Andre Jones
Lord hung Reynold Johnson
Lord I fight back 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 steadily
I feel like I'm faking, man
I'm so sick of
Maybe ain't a place meant for us to burn
Maybe Earth is just a place for us to learn
Bout yo love, yo will and
Sometimes I wish I wasn't born in the first
Maybe this first base, God knocked the up out the park
So we can come home this world right here is so dark
Feeling so cold, Lord I'm so old
I dunno if I can take this right here no more
22 rims on the 'Lac
I guess that was yo footprint in the sand carrying us on yo

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