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..
Pray to the to the lord for these streets

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on 22s
I ain't did nothing in my life but true
Pimp my voice and mack beats and
Pray to the Lord for Mississippi streets, hey!

God I know that we
God I know that we
God I know why she talk about all of my songs
I know kids are listening
I know I'm for a mission
But it's so hard to get 'em wit 22 all glisten
I these balls are talking
Lord I wanna do
I to fight but these demons they comp at me at night
Like my momma, my daddy, my girl and all my
I lost Rachelle but I I still got the whining Roy
My couzins sweet, momma lay Jason
Lord I'm praying for swacking my is still 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 shit wit balling
But my soul is just falling
And the sex and the dead, and the jail
God I'm my mail but will I end up in hell?

Lord they hung Jones
Lord they hung 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 folks still my music, bumping but I feel nothing
My heart is steadily
My heart is breaking
Sometimes I like I'm faking, man
I'm so sick of
Maybe hell ain't a place for us to burn
Maybe Earth is just a place for us to learn
yo love, yo will and grace
Sometimes I wish I wasn't born in the place
this first base, God knocked the ball up out the park
So we can come home this world right here is so dark
Feeling so cold, I'm feeling so old
I dunno if I can take this world right no more
22 inch on the 'Lac
I guess that was yo footprint in the carrying us on yo back

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