Luyện nghe bài hát Cadillac On 22's

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

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

God I know we pimp
God I that we wrong
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 rims all
I know 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 and all my boys
I lost Rachelle but I guess I still got the Roy
My couzins sweet, momma lay that
I'm praying for swacking my heart is still impatient
Keep 'em off drugs, far away from thugs
He's still my but just a shell bed or what it was
Yeah smoking get a buzz, but God I hear ya
And shit wrong wit
But my soul is just steadily
And the sex and the dead, and the other
God I'm stacking my mail but I end up in hell?

Lord they hung Jones
Lord they hung Reynold
Lord I wanna fight back but I'm so sick of bouncing
Lord I'm sick of jumping, Lord just 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 sick of
Maybe hell a place meant for us to burn
Earth is telling just a place for us to learn
Bout yo love, yo and grace
Sometimes I wish I wasn't born in the first
Maybe this base, God knocked the ball up out the park
So we can come home world right here is feeling 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 was yo footprint in the sand carrying us on yo back

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