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 Mississippi streets

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

God I know that we
God I know that we
God I know why she talk Moet all of my songs
I know these are listening
I know I'm here for a
But it's so hard to get 'em wit 22 rims all
I know these are talking
I wanna 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 Rachelle but I I still got the whining Roy
My sweet, momma lay that Jason
Lord I'm praying for swacking my heart is impatient
Keep 'em off them drugs, far from thugs
He's still my hero but just a bed or what it was
smoking get a buzz, but God I hear ya calling
And shit wrong wit
But my soul is just steadily
And the sex and the dead, and the jail
God I'm stacking my but will I end up in hell?

Lord they hung Jones
they hung Reynold Johnson
Lord I wanna fight back but I'm just so of bouncing
Lord I'm sick of jumping, Lord just tell me something
My folks still dumping my music, bumping but I feel
My is steadily pumping
My is steadily breaking
Sometimes I feel I'm faking, man
I'm so sick of
Maybe hell a place meant for us to burn
Maybe Earth is telling a place for us to learn
Bout yo love, yo will and
Sometimes I wish I wasn't in the first place
this first base, God knocked the ball up out the park
So we can come this world right here is feeling so dark
Feeling so cold, Lord I'm so old
I dunno if I can take this world here no more
22 inch rims on the
I guess was yo footprint in the sand carrying us on yo back

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