Luyện nghe bài hát My Chrome

You have to go home
One time, one

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

Can you, I got it made
in the garage, got forces and all the J's
I'm leaning bad, shotgun in the Chevy
the homeboy burning sacs

We heading to the where we get down
Where the bitches at, they right, acting right
Walking right, now to take flight, they ain't 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 southern hemisphere, wait a

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

From the up, to the ceiling
Smoke kiss in the walls in the top of the
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 breathe
Smelling hen and a mix of hydroponic by the the time
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 have to go home
You can right here, put one in the air
While we are in the, corners of my
shit another year, in the southern hemisphere, wait a while

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

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

Hood rats and b-boys understood that
Wheater its creme de la creme, 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

down 85, five
With the click in the
of chick in the back of the 6
Nobody going tonight