Luyện nghe bài hát Chrome & Paint

Ya, ya,
Sunday afternoon,
Pull it out, whip it out, it out
Drive it out, it out
You
Let 'em

I got chrome and
Nigga, what you thank, I got and paint?
Bitch, what you drank, I got chrome and
that dank in my chrome and paint

(Street lights)
Dance on
(Street lights)
Dance on
(Street lights)
Get a nigga
You can die in these streets all

I am the nigga, too fuckin' grown nigga
To go for that nigga, I ain't hoe nigga
I got, a hair trigger, I am the splitter
The deep sea sniper, you got the niggaz

Retire Jigga, here comes the Attila the Hun
Killin' niggaz for fun, these is done
The they come, the harder they fall
I burn like the sun, continue to

He's got and plus the don touch
And split the fine dutch, star sky hutch
He's laid, some sluts, up in some guts
Just back in the cut, he thinks he's tut

Can't fuck nigga up, 'cause just, the nigga luck
That niggaz, really love him and the city up
Uhh, even though I'm fuckin' with the
nigga know how I act in the low-low

I got chrome and
Nigga, what you thank, I got and paint?
Bitch, you drank, I got chrome and paint?
Smokin' that in my chrome and paint

(Street lights)
on paint
(Street lights)
Dance on
(Street lights)
Get a home
You can die in these streets all

I'm ghetto like grits, die I snitch
Off my ass khakis sag like cellulite tits
Under the suede, and I ain't yo momma
Play my dollars on yo' ass they'll be layin' flowers

I put a hole in your brain with these hollow hot
Hittin' the switch, the fo' hopscotch
Rollin' up imperial in material
All in peripheral, throwin' shells at your vehicle

Clipped up, pimped up, big up
Stacy Adams spiffied up, golf hat flipped up
I blow yo' ass off the map, fuck dub
have yo' ass rollin' home with windshield glass on your lap

Fuck rap, I'm wearin' a creased tee, ribs
Laughin' at you on MTV Cribs
I got the chrome thang, thang to the dome stank
Hood life bitch, chrome and paint, c'mon

I got and paint
Nigga, what you thank, I got and paint?
Bitch, you drank, I got chrome and paint?
Smokin' that dank in my chrome and

(Street lights)
Dance on
(Street lights)
Dance on
(Street lights)
Get a nigga
You can die in streets all alone

(Street lights, lights)
Even though I'm with the po'-po'
Them nigga know how I act in the
Slow mo', nigga check out my
You mo' fo's can't fuck with my

I got chrome and
Nigga, what you thank, I got chrome and
Bitch, you drank, I got chrome and paint?
Smokin' that in my chrome and paint

(Street lights)
Dance on
(Street lights)
Dance on
(Street lights)
Get a home
You can die in streets all alone
(Street lights)