Luyện nghe bài hát Cutlass

My paint be drippin wet I'm as Clorox
And you can hear my for like 3 or 4 blocks
And I hit the corner all the girls gone be jockin my Cutlass Cutlass (x2)
1st (E-40)
The my roofs bald headed convertible top
What use use a old if it aint a drop
I got a zap of rock and a 5th of
Teflon burner gloves don't get molly
She on me She lovin what she see
A big nigga style S.W.A.G.
Every since a had G.A.M.E.
ass smile bet not fuck with me
Electric dash electric electric everything
Highly carberated exhaust camillion bugger green
Fresh back from the car
Fresh back a bathe
When the sun my paint it turns a different shade
I aint got time to be bullshittin I got on my agenda
I've been gettin bread since I out the placenta
Sevas in the time Rallies in the winter
Side wood light skin big booty

My paint be wet I'm clean as Clorox
And you can hear my beat for 3 or 4 blocks
And I hit the corner all the girls gone be jockin my Cutlass Cutlass (x2)
2nd (B-Legit)
I keep them bands on
My on a jet
Some up on the block
In a duce drop
I when I copped back in '88
I sat em on some
Filled the with fosgates
And since I'm weight
You know I counldn't
Brought that motor out the
Then I taught it how to
We turnin eights
and whole cakes
We take em on a
We aint tryin to take the
Bitches know I'm fly got that vocal
And when see me they be askin what I'm smokin on
I tell em cookies bitch you know I got provolone
And you can call me on the on my Iphone
You see me you know I keeps em stocked
And I leave the block everybody stop and watch
You never you might catch a sideshow
I lay that back down And I drive slow

My paint be drippin wet I'm clean as
And you can hear my for like 3 or 4 blocks
And when I hit the corner all the girls gone be jockin my Cutlass (x2)
3rd (Richie Rich)
Bitch this aint my
This my seven
Tv deg w sevens press that big ole
Matter fact I got a pair of for dummies that means 2
My shit is clean as fuck but I brought it it was through
I it off the frame
this not a game
Got motor new suspension new everythang
Candy orange outside guts
Rims chromey see my face and my chain
New on it
22s
And I leave that bitch at home if I was you homie
I'ma swing it sideways
And slap to the
Off Patron and a with the zap on my lap
Change my up Fasho but never fuck the dough up
In the city where prices go down but go up
Niggas see the Cutlass and they it's the Double
Flossin on that ass you know you in trouble

My paint be drippin wet I'm clean as
And you can my beat for like 3 or 4 blocks
And when I hit the corner all the girls gone be jockin my Cutlass (x2)