Luyện nghe bài hát My Chrome

You don't to go home
One time, one

Easy, that shit got me sleepy
Rollin' down 85, leaning but I ain't
Man, you should a day in the A
A of them 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 burning sacs

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

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

Nigga up, hold up
sure they see you when you roll
Hop out that truck all fucked up
Tore up from the motherfucking up

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

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

You don't have to go
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, wait a

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

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

rats and decoy b-boys understood that
Wheater its de la creme, where the good at
I got it in that 1.5, I had to put the swisher
'Cause my got tired, now let's ride, let's ride

Back 85, five
With the click in the
Full of chick in the of the 6
Nobody going tonight