Luyện nghe bài hát Ridin' Da Chevy

J

we finally gotta warm day it's in january
see I on out my drop-top once again we rollin'chevy
paint quater green top's and them goldies
dirty bitches and I can't go I just say hoe's please
colla clean 'em on that tight to my woodgrain
system bumpin' greatest weed saves my brain
time to get it sprayed niggaz steal color I get
every time I make one of some fruit juice gotta come it
smokin' on a and a 4 instead of 35
higher than mile above tha moon on tha havin' side
stereo illin' on some lord knows I can't live without it
everytime I flame through these tricks gun I wanna shout about it
but these niggaz kill me that's all they wanna do
pop these slugs up but still wanna get fucked up youz a damn fool
so I be like you foolz go downward every single day
while I ride clean top's and mean chevrolet, bustaz

scopin' niggaz out on the next block 'cause I know they hoe asses pushin'
them
they boomin' sales fuckin' up my mail so I gotta close them down
(will have soon!)

dj

is it that
that got my mind
could it be erk and
through tha greens
you so clean
you so
a nigga drunk as hell, flowin' through my blood stream
down hoes on tha road rolled to tha cut
honey come out where them niggaz be smoked out on them
malikai, you so
let me hit that gin
hopped back in tha pearl thang doin' 110
on my face
'cause I know I'm 'bout to make it
triple six mafia '95 and we shit
know tha scope I'm tipped toes on these funky hoes
everytime you see tha chevy ridin' it be of smoke...