Luyện nghe bài hát Cadillac On 22's

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

[Chorus - 2x]
on 22s
I ain't did nothing in my but stayed true
Pimp my and mack these beats and
Pray to the Lord for Mississippi streets, hey!

God I know we pimp
God I know that we
God I know why she about Moet all of my songs
I know these kids are
I I'm here for a mission
But it's so hard to get 'em wit 22 rims all
I know these are talking
Lord I do right
I tried to fight but these demons they at me at night
my momma, my daddy, my girl and all my boys
I Rachelle but I guess I still got the whining Roy
My couzins sweet, momma lay that
Lord I'm praying for swacking my heart is impatient
Keep 'em off them drugs, far away thugs
He's still my hero but a shell bed or what it was
smoking get a buzz, but God I hear ya calling
And wrong 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 hung Andre Jones
Lord they Reynold Johnson
Lord I wanna fight back but I'm so sick of bouncing
Lord I'm sick of jumping, just please tell me something
My folks still dumping my music, bumping but I nothing
My is steadily pumping
My heart is steadily
Sometimes I like I'm faking, man
I'm so of taking
Maybe hell a place meant for us to burn
Earth is telling just a place for us to learn
Bout yo love, yo will and
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 right here is feeling so dark
so cold, Lord I'm feeling so old
I dunno if I can take world right here no more
22 inch rims on the
I that was yo footprint in the sand carrying us on yo back

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