Luyện nghe bài hát My Chrome

You don't to go home
One time, one

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

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

We heading to the spot we get down
Where the bitches at, they talking right, acting
Walking right, now to take flight, 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 another year, in the southern hemisphere, wait a while

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

From the floor up, to the
Smoke in the walls 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 Jordon poster, I'm leaning hair
Smelling like hen and a mix of by the the time
My click find me in VIP I'm lost in a cloud of had sex
the best, got head from the rest, motherfucker believe I done it

You don't to go home
You can stay 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 and still bublin'
Truck rattling and bumping now move something

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

rats and decoy b-boys understood that
Wheater its creme de la creme, where the 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 in the truck
Full of in the back of the 6
going home tonight