Luyện nghe bài hát Can I

Roll, roll, roll, there, there,
You don't to go that far
You slide into my car

I got my on 52 inch
my fingers on chocolate thick and richer
Smoke the last of the grass, put the dub in
Start smoking wit' a virgin, baby doll, ya nerves
Recline, lay on
Instead of spend a stack, pimp kick back
Get some ass like that
See I never ahead [unverified]
(Lexus)

apply to
(Texas)
Do or Die
(Respect us, don't us, get checked wit' the tech sir)
But back to your Lord
Really wanna about your low love
You can stop akin', so, so by the slow flow
Hurt my is a no, no

Let me sit you at the sun beach
Got me off the sun heat
See you think it run me, see you think it's the weed
Conversation on the pond, took a pause for a minute you walking
I know it's your time, just follow your first mind
And when you control, I'ma smooth ya soul
But all I really wanna

Can I roll, roll, roll, there, there,
You don't to go that far
You slide in to my car

Can I roll, roll, roll, there, there,
You have to go that far
You slide in to my car

Baby, would you die for me, I can't see give a eye for me
Lay to the side and cry for me, I'm in my grave say bye for me
'Cuz I might be, chilling ya blasphemy
Lay low I past the B
If you really wanna when the time is right
Put it off to the side on, ride, ride wit' daddy
Down past in the caddy, spittin' honey in ya ear a bumble bee

Won't 'cha men's come run wit' me, let me you what fun can be
up from beyond the sea
Ain't this some, still hate 'cuz I kept real
(Shh)
Never asked for a meal
All I asked if I coming up from the dirt
me luv not a fake thrill

I'ma wit' the girls and um
Make sure that they worth time and
Travel 'round the and um
Make they while have fun, gotta have 'em
everyday wit' my homies
I will never you lonely, I keep it real for my homey
Feel, never out and lonely, come on

Can I, roll, roll, roll, there, there,
You don't to go that far
You slide in to my car

Can I, roll, roll, roll, there, there,
You don't have to go far
You slide in to my car

And they when I be on
In the back of a ridin' three strong
Roll the bees on, hit the on the six
Roll the caddy wit' D's on to the head and the weed
See the doors dipping through house
the [unverified] doors
Wait to you, get to the floors
Like a rug, cow gun in the tub
Ain't got the for love making

'Cuz I'll leave you where I found you at the club
'Cuz do you like bruson bacon
Baby, I'm mistaken
It ain't no simp in me, it's all in me
And I can tell ya a G stack
And if it's you let it bring back
And now the P I M P's
Now let me rub, massage you

Baby, it's P O P I M O, olgy
But obviously, Joe wanna be a player no mo'
So I really wanna know is

Can I, roll, roll, roll, there, there,
You have to go that far
You just in to my car

Can I roll, roll, roll, there, there,
You don't have to go far,
You just in to my car

Can I roll, roll, roll, there, there,
Can I roll, roll, roll, there, there,