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 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 why she talk about Moet all of my songs
I know these are listening
I know I'm here for a
But it's so to get 'em wit 22 rims all glisten
I know balls are talking
I wanna do right
I to fight but these demons they comp at me at night
my momma, my daddy, my girl and all my boys
I lost Rachelle but I guess I got the whining Roy
My sweet, momma lay that Jason
Lord I'm for swacking my heart is still impatient
'em off them drugs, far away from thugs
He's still my hero but just a 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 my mail but will I end up in hell?

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

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