Luyện nghe bài hát Cadillac On 22's Part 2

It's gon' be though (ohh)
This for you, yeah!
on 22s...
Pimp my voice and these beats.

[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 Mississippi streets, hey!

God I that we pimp
God I that we wrong
God I know why she about Moet all of my songs

I know these are listening
I I'm here for a mission
But it's so hard to get 'em wit 22 rims all
I know balls are talking
I wanna do right
I tried to fight but demons
they 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, lay that Jason
Lord I'm praying for my
is still impatient
Keep 'em off them drugs, far away thugs
He's still my hero but just a shell bed or it was
Yeah smoking get a buzz, but God I ya calling
And shit wrong wit
But my soul is just stelly balling
And the sex and the dead, and the jail
God I'm stacking my mail but I end up in hell?

Lord they hum Andre
Lord hum Reynold Johnson
Lord I wanna fight but I'm
just so sick of
Lord I'm sick of jumping, just
please me something
My folks dumping my music,
bumping but I nothing
My heart is pumping
My is stelly breaking
Sometimes I feel I'm faking, man
I'm so of taking
Maybe hell ain't a place for us to burn
Maybe Earth is telling a place for us to learn
Bout yo love, yo and grace
Sometimes I wish I wasn't born in the place
Maybe first base, God knocked
the ball up out the
So we can home this world right
here is so dark
Feeling so cold, Lord I'm so old
I dunno if I can take world right here no more
22 inch rims on the
I guess that was yo in the
carrying us on yo back

(2x)]