Luyện nghe bài hát My Chrome

You have to go home
One time, one

Easy, that shit got me sleepy
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, believe I got it
in the garage, got forces and all the J's
I'm leaning bad, shotgun in the Chevy
With the burning sacs

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

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

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

From the up, to the ceiling
Smoke kiss in the walls in the top of the
momma's 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 from the rest, believe I done it

You have 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 hemisphere, wait a while

Hot tub sucka free and still bublin'
Truck still rattling and bumping now move

Hold up Big Boi, I'm still weed
Sac keeps shaking and block keep
Lay back, lay back, treat this six cut like a Maybac
Hey, show suckas that after 50 million sold
Daddy fat sacs is still 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 1.5, I had to put the swisher down
my lugs got tired, now let's ride, let's ride

Back down 85,
the click in the truck
Full of chick in the of the 6
Nobody home tonight