Luyện nghe bài hát Cadillac On 22's Part 2

It's gon' be aight (ohh)
one's for you, yeah!
on 22s...
Pimp my voice and mack beats.

- repeat 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 we wrong
God I why she talk about Moet all of my songs

I these kids are listening
I I'm here for a mission
But so hard to get 'em wit 22 rims all glisten
I these balls are talking
Lord I wanna do
I tried to but these demons
they at me at night
Like my momma, my daddy, my girl and all my
I lost but I guess I still 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 away thugs
He's still my hero but just a 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] balling
And the sex and the dead, and the jail
God I'm my mail but will I end up in hell?

Lord hum Andre Jones
Lord they hum Reynold
Lord I fight back but I'm
just so of bouncing
I'm sick of jumping, Lord just
please me something
My folks still my music,
bumping but I nothing
My heart is pumping
My heart is breaking
I feel like I'm faking, man
I'm so sick of
Maybe hell ain't a place 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
Maybe this base, God knocked
the up out the park
So we can home this world right
here is so dark
so cold, Lord I'm feeling so old
I dunno if I can take this right here no more
22 rims on the 'Lac
I guess was yo footprint in the
sand us on yo back

(2x)]