Luyện nghe bài hát My Chrome

You have to go home
One time, one

Easy, that cook shit got me
down 85, leaning but I ain't weaving
Man, you stay a day in the A
A parade of them Chevelots, 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
the homeboy burning sacs

We heading to the spot where we get
Where the bitches at, they talking right, acting
Walking right, now to take flight, ain't gotta go home
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 year, in the southern hemisphere, wait a while

hold up, hold up
Make sure they see you when you
Hop out that truck all fucked up
Tore up from the floor up

From the up, to the ceiling
Smoke in the walls in the top of the building
Little momma's on [unverified], next to me
She's a feeling and I'm feeling, like I'm 'pose to

I'm as fly as a Jordon poster, I'm leaning hair
like 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 head the rest, motherfucker believe I done it

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

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

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

Hood and decoy b-boys understood that
its creme 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

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