Luyện nghe bài hát Lincoln

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

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

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