Luyện nghe bài hát My Chrome

You have to go home
One time, one

Easy, that cook shit got me
Rollin' 85, leaning but I ain't weaving
Man, you stay 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 homeboy sacs

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

Hood 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 down
'Cause my lugs got tired, now let's ride, ride

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