Luyện nghe bài hát More Resons - Car Skit

[Girl
Oh this is my
The reason that we here. (Shut the up.)
The reason that we here. ([beep] you sing.)
You the [beep] up, what can you do?
We ridin in this car for 5 hours
you gonna do?
(I'm tell you a story)

1: Cam'Ron]
Yo, uh, I rock baguettes with hoodies, it's like goodie
I couldn't break dance ya'll, or electric
I was obsessed with Cookie, I wanna sex her
She said forget her nookie, wipe my nose, go get boogies
I gave Cookie nookies, the girls, got known
This my two brim hat, me Sherlock Holmes
Whole world got blown, so I tell
Fuck Lee's and shell toes, and Velcro
Timbaland, mocassins, in them pennyloafers
A-Train, one bus, sure I had soldiers
Uncle, plenty holsters, dolgers, soldiers,
Not like golf, he had plenty gophers
Can't get paid, the is big
You kid, Cam don't deserve to live
then I played for douchos, went over the riverside
Young life, turned left, we back over the
Blood for stone gem
That's when I him and Jim
We ain't ballin for real, where's the gems?
Where's the rims?
That's when you lanes
Here we your lane, we'll gain a sprain
the game
And not names
But 'caine fames like Damon
Connect for life is, the kept us righteous
Cause yes expect the crisis, when connects and prices
I had to harder, move up my mustle marger
New Jack City, cop me a couple cars
And that's word to my father, send a to my father
love, R.I.P. on his early departure
I'm just merely an author, but I'm a baller
Every Friday, across the street, and I creep with Ms.

Jaheim]
Get the the kicks, and clothes
So we can get the models
And hit the strip with the Dip, 'Set to blow
Now you
All of the reasons why we the doe
Get the whips the kicks, and
So we can get the models
And hit the strip with the Dip, we're to blow
Now you
All of the why we chase the doe

2: Cam'Ron]
Killa!
That nigga man, let me break it down simple for ya'll
Listen, yo, and I'm prestigous
You various leases
All my pieces, them, cherry and peaches
Chics, and Peaches
had cherry deheaters
If I want a toast, hustled up reefer
Ithica, Ithica, hydro, why yo?
Haze on delivery, lives hoes, fo
But the fo-five, for wise guys with eyes low
Pick me up fo-five, CL-55, whoa!
Playin' Grand Theft Auto, like Diablo
My the triad, Zeke, Santana, Cop Co'!
But they slimmy sue
Can a Jimmy Choo shoe
Next day Valore sweatsuit, construction timmy
Don't be no guinea boo, you that Fendi you
You drinkin' too
Calez, when he boo
And he skinny too, they had my rum
Not a six-fo-five-fo, but made in
Shout, say say the funk, he keep the K in
He ain't scared, never scared, raise the trunk
We'll just lay and dump, the punk, spray the chump
The way they runnin I they could relate to them

[Chorus:
Get the the kicks, and clothes
So we can get the models
And hit the strip with the Dip, we're to blow
Now you
All of the why we chase the doe