Luyện nghe bài hát Lincoln

I was through the ghetto
In my Continental
Blowin' smoke out the window
What you think my windows for?

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It go
Measures in a tale so
formula 6-4 as you trail my tracks
Bitch, there's nothin' more pleasant than gettin' paid on
Pretty with gold grills just to hold my joints
I make 'em
As the says scene
New words, don't say my
I just make 'em say
Four rings on that motherfuckin' wood wheel
Raw, I'm Johnny Law, but you should check my
Once a time not too far back
There was a wolf pack
grew up in a lack
Syd left
And Ace played Jack
Bitches be talkin'
That's how you end up
I'm after
And if we eating then I'm your bitch
Ain't no cost, just pimpin'
You should be after the
We winnin' like there ain't no way to play the game
All I hang around is
Figure my checks should the same

I was rollin' through the
In my Continental
Blowin' smoke out the window
you think my windows tint fo'?