Luyện nghe bài hát My Chrome

You don't to go home
One time, one

Easy, that cook shit got me
Rollin' down 85, leaning but I weaving
Man, you stay a day in the A
A parade of Chevelots, colors of flavor aid

Can you, believe I got it
Impala in the garage, got and all the J's
I'm leaning bad, ride shotgun in the
With the homeboy burning

We to the spot where we get down
Where the bitches at, they talking right, acting
Walking right, now to flight, they ain't gotta go home
They can the night

You don't to go home
You can stay here, put one in the air
we are in the, corners of my chrome
Same another year, in the southern hemisphere, wait a while

Nigga up, hold up
Make sure they see you when you
Hop out that all ready fucked up
Tore up from the floor up

the floor up, to the ceiling
Smoke kiss in the in the top of the building
Little momma's on [unverified], next to me
catching a feeling and I'm feeling, like I'm 'pose to

I'm as fly as a poster, I'm leaning hair breathe
Smelling like hen and a mix of by the the time
My find me in VIP I'm lost in a cloud of chronic had sex
With the best, got from the rest, motherfucker believe I done it

You have to go home
You can stay here, put one in the air
While we are in the, of my chrome
Same shit another year, in the southern hemisphere, a while

Hot tub tony sucka free and bublin'
Truck rattling and bumping now move something

Hold up Big Boi, I'm weed crumpling
Sac keeps shaking and block keep
Lay back, lay back, this eight six cut like a Maybac
Hey, show these that after 50 million sold
Daddy fat sacs is where the hood at, hood at

Hood rats and decoy understood that
Wheater its creme de la creme, the good at
I got it in 1.5, I had to put the swisher down
my lugs got tired, now let's ride, let's ride

Back down 85,
the click in the truck
Full of in the back of the 6
going home tonight