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 weaving
Man, you stay 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 bad, ride shotgun in the Chevy
With the homeboy sacs

We heading to the spot we get down
Where the bitches at, they talking right, right
Walking right, now to take flight, ain't gotta go home
They can 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 shit another year, in the hemisphere, wait a while

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

From the floor up, to the
kiss in the walls in the top of the building
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 leaning breathe
like hen and a mix of hydroponic by the the time
My click me in VIP I'm lost in a cloud of chronic had sex
the best, got head from the rest, motherfucker believe I done it

You don't have to go
You can stay 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 and bumping now move something

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

Hood rats and b-boys understood that
Wheater its de la creme, where the good at
I got it in 1.5, I had to put the swisher down
'Cause my lugs got tired, now ride, let's ride

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