Luyện nghe bài hát Cadillac Pimpin'

YOUNGBLOODZ (f/ Cutty)

Pimpin'

[Chorus:
I'm chillin, wood
No Bentley's, Cadillac
I'm cruisin, hoes
That's 'cause I'm Cadillac pimpin
Spoke spinnin, gold
spillin, Cadillac pimpin
Keep ridin, car
That's cool 'cause I'm pimpin

Now as I grip and dive, I on to keep a high
In the sky, as I the right to reply
these words you under heard I swerve through a blur
Dodging these fuck niggaz who we outta splurge
And if to have the nerve, see homeboy you made a choice
For the crime you standing on and on is getting poise
Plus the Cadillac's we so slightly you been slippin
On really how it when these ties begin to grippin
And shiftin and takin to the spot where hoes shakin
I'm quakin, ridin on out - am I gon it?
And pimp fool like with gataz without no chaperone
So see, we doing this from way back long
'92, aqua blue, on thangs we roll
With a cup of liquor blowing good on swole
So let's til we can't ride no damn more
We Cadillac pimpin hard see my fa sho'

Paul]
Sure be white but I called it to go
This your boy Sean Paul, baby tell 'em the
So roll Old Fleetwood the two door coup
All platinum bill with the fifth too
And give truth to these suckas overdue
a 'Lac like a true playa 'posed to do
Old school, slant back with a too
Tan gold wit some bows like a boo
Old school, gold chain, still the grain
Show a crease in my jeans, stay of the game
Got a, piece on my grill, diamonds off in the
And got so hoes had to change up my 'Lac
All day I don't how to act
Got this game pat, sure be running the track
Get some money from hoes and see how they react
Show 'em how a real nigga down like that

[Sean
I got a with a rag, Louie Baton top
cut interior, 15's the knot
I'ma be a nigga from the ATL
y'all hell, eyes and the playa can sell
When you see me in the street, at me playa
My got duke, e, rose and wine, boo as fine as hell
Through the never die, only time'll tell
To be in, Cadillac steerin wheel

Say what, round for this two door show
We let the spillin go, in the Eldorado
We through the spot to see which hoes gon follow
'cause we get and down passin rounds of bottle
a gloss so clean, I put this thing in throttle
For we out and cruise in the wind roscoe
So you know us when you see us when we ride on by slow
'cause this never end through the eyes of my foes

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