Luyện nghe bài hát Lincoln

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

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It go
Measures in a so tragic
Follow formula 6-4 as you my tracks
Bitch, there's nothin' more than gettin' paid on point
Pretty bitches gold grills just to hold my joints
I make 'em
As the director scene
New words, say my name
I just 'em say king
rings on that motherfuckin' wood grain wheel
Raw, I'm Johnny Law, but you check my appeal
Once upon a not too far back
There was a young pack
That up in a lack
Syd left
And Ace Black Jack
Bitches be shit
That's how you end up
I'm after
And if we eating I'm after your bitch
Ain't no cost, pimpin' player
You should be after the
We winnin' like there no other way to play the game
All I around is zeros
Figure my checks look the same

I was rollin' through the
In my Lincoln
Kush smoke out the window
What you my windows tint fo'?