Luyện nghe bài hát Chrome & Paint

Ya, ya,
afternoon, baby
Pull it out, it out, pull it out
Drive it out, it out
You
Let 'em

I got and paint
Nigga, you thank, I got chrome and paint?
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 nigga
You can die in streets all alone

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 dome
The deep sea sniper, you got the niggaz

Retire like Jigga, comes the Attila the Hun
niggaz for fun, these rappers is done
The bigger they come, the harder they
I burn the sun, continue to ball

got nuts and plus the don touch
And split the fine dutch, star sky call
He's laid, with 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, love him and tear the city up
Uhh, even though I'm fuckin' with the
Them know how I act in the low-low

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

(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 befo' I
Off my ass khakis sag cellulite tits bitch
the suede, headliner and I ain't yo momma
Play with my dollars on yo' ass be layin' flowers

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

up, pimped up, big chipped up
Stacy tips spiffied up, golf hat flipped up
I blow yo' ass off the map, with dub
I'll have yo' ass home with windshield glass on your lap

Fuck rap, I'm wearin' a tee, eatin' ribs
at you niggaz on MTV Cribs
I got the thang, thang to make the dome stank
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' dank in my chrome and paint

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

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

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

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