Luyện nghe bài hát Chrome & Paint

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

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

I am the wrong nigga, too grown nigga
To go for that nigga, I 'cha hoe nigga
I got, a trigger, I am the dome splitter
The deep sea sniper, you got the niggaz

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

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

fuck this nigga up, 'cause just, the nigga luck
That niggaz, really him and tear the city up
Uhh, even though I'm with the po'-po'
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)
Dance on
(Street lights)
on chrome
(Street lights)
Get a nigga
You can die in these streets all

I'm ghetto like grits, die I snitch
Off my ass khakis sag like cellulite bitch
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 these hollow hot rocks
the switch, makin' the fo' hopscotch
Rollin' up imperial in dickier
All in your peripheral, throwin' shells at vehicle

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

Fuck rap, I'm a creased tee, eatin' ribs
Laughin' at you niggaz on MTV
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, what you drank, I got chrome and
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

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

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