Luyện nghe bài hát Rap Star

I was born a rapper's son Atlanta,
Pimping hos when I was years old.
We had plenty of and a Bentley,
Cause that's just how we like to roll.

We didn't mind, off our Bling, Bling,
Our golden teeth and our Escalade.
Bitches shake booty when they past by me,
And as I smoke my Tree I've got it made.

I'm living fat and I'm large
Throwing leg in my car
And my P.O. said I wont get far
the Son, Of a Rap Star.

Chillin' at the club my homies,
Sippin' on gin and juice my Boo walks past.
You better on off and not be frontin',
Or else I'll a cap off in your ass.

I'm my babies and his a'Mama
ask me cause that's all you need to know,
His are made by Gucci and Versace
Cause that's just how we always to roll.

I'm living fat and I'm large
leg in my Bentley car
And my P.O. that I wont get far
the Son, Of a Rap Star.

the son,
Of a Rap Star.