Luyện nghe bài hát My Chrome

You don't have to go
One time, one

Easy, that cook got me sleepy
down 85, leaning but I ain't weaving
Man, you should a day in the A
A parade of Chevelots, colors of flavor aid

Can you, I got it made
Impala in the garage, got and all the J's
I'm leaning bad, ride in the Chevy
With the burning sacs

We heading to the spot where we get
Where the bitches at, they talking right, acting
Walking right, now to flight, they ain't gotta go home
can stay 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 another year, in the hemisphere, wait a while

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

From the up, to the ceiling
Smoke in the walls in the top of the building
Little on [unverified], sitting next 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
Smelling like hen and a mix of hydroponic by the the
My click find me in VIP I'm lost in a cloud of had sex
With the best, got from the rest, motherfucker believe I done it

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

Hot tub tony sucka free and still
still rattling and bumping now move something

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

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

Back down 85,
With the click in the
Full of chick in the of the 6
Nobody going home