Luyện nghe bài hát My Chrome

You don't have to go
One time, one

Easy, that cook got me sleepy
Rollin' 85, leaning but I ain't weaving
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 heading to the spot we get down
Where the bitches at, talking right, acting right
right, now to take flight, they ain't gotta go home
They can stay the

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

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

the floor up, to the ceiling
Smoke in the walls in the top of the building
Little on [unverified], sitting next to me
She's 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 hydroponic by the the
My click find me in VIP I'm lost in a cloud of had sex
With the best, got head the rest, motherfucker believe I done it

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

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

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

Hood rats and decoy b-boys that
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 let's ride, let's

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