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 mack beats.

- repeat 2x]
on 22s
I ain't did nothing in my life but stayed
Pimp my voice and these beats and
Pray to the for these Mississippi streets, hey!

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

I know kids are listening
I know I'm here for a
But it's so to get 'em wit 22 rims all glisten
I know these are talking
Lord I do right
I tried to but these demons
comp at me at night
Like my momma, my daddy, my girl and all my
I lost Rachelle but I guess I got the whining Roy
My couzins sweet, momma lay Jason
Lord I'm praying for my
is still impatient
Keep 'em off them drugs, far from thugs
He's still my but just a shell bed or what it was
smoking get a buzz, but God I hear ya calling
And shit wrong wit
But my soul is stelly [steadily] balling
And the sex and the dead, and the jail
God I'm stacking my but will I end up in hell?

Lord they hum Andre
they hum Reynold Johnson
Lord I fight back but I'm
just so of bouncing
Lord I'm sick of jumping, Lord
please me something
My folks dumping my music,
bumping but I feel
My heart is pumping
My heart is breaking
Sometimes I feel I'm faking, man
I'm so of taking
hell ain't a place meant for us to burn
Maybe Earth is telling just a place for us to
Bout yo love, yo and grace
Sometimes I I wasn't born in the first place
this first base, God knocked
the up out the park
So we can come home this right
here is feeling so
so cold, Lord I'm feeling so old
I dunno if I can this world right here no more
22 inch rims on the
I guess that was yo in the
carrying us on yo back

(2x)]