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 lord for these Mississippi

[Chorus - 2x]
on 22s
I did nothing in my life but stayed true
Pimp my voice and mack beats and
Pray to the Lord for these streets, hey!

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

Lord they Andre Jones
Lord hung Reynold Johnson
Lord I wanna fight but I'm just so sick of bouncing
I'm sick of jumping, Lord just please tell me something
My folks still dumping my music, bumping but I feel
My heart is steadily
My is steadily breaking
Sometimes I like I'm faking, man
I'm so sick of
Maybe hell ain't a meant for us to burn
Maybe Earth is just a place for us to learn
Bout yo love, yo and grace
Sometimes I I wasn't born in the first place
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 if I can take this world right here no more
22 rims on the 'Lac
I guess that was yo in the sand carrying us on yo back

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