Luyện nghe bài hát Chrome & Paint

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

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

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

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

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

got nuts and plus the don touch
And split the fine dutch, sky call hutch
laid, with some sluts, up in some guts
Just back in the cut, he thinks king tut

Can't this nigga up, 'cause just, the nigga luck
That niggaz, really love him and tear the up
Uhh, even I'm fuckin' with the po'-po'
Them nigga how I act in the low-low

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

(Street lights)
Dance on
(Street lights)
on chrome
(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 cellulite tits bitch
Under the suede, and I ain't yo momma
Play with my dollars on yo' ass they'll be flowers

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

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

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

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

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

(Street lights, lights)
though I'm fuckin' with the po'-po'
Them know how I act in the low-low
Slow mo', check out my promo
You mo' fo's fuck with my mojo

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

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