Luyện nghe bài hát Lincoln

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

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It go
Measures in a tale so
Follow formula 6-4 as you my tracks
Bitch, there's nothin' more than gettin' paid on point
bitches with gold grills just to hold my joints
I 'em plead
As the director says
New words, say my name
I just make 'em say
rings on that motherfuckin' wood grain wheel
Raw, I'm Johnny Law, but you check my appeal
Once a time not too far back
was a young wolf pack
That grew up in a
Syd King
And Ace Black Jack
Bitches be shit
how you end up smacked
I'm chips
And if we eating then I'm your bitch
Ain't no cost, just player
You should be the risk
We winnin' there ain't no other way to play the game
All I hang is zeros
Figure my checks look the same

I was rollin' through the
In my Lincoln
Blowin' Kush out the window
What you think my windows tint