Luyện nghe bài hát Ridin' Da Chevy

J

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

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

dj

is it that
that got my clickin'
it be erk and jerkin'
dippin' through tha
you so clean
you so
a nigga drunk as hell, liqa flowin' through my blood
flaggin' down hoes on tha rolled to tha cut
honey come hide out where them niggaz be smoked out on
malikai, you so
let me hit grapefruit gin
hopped in tha pearl thang doin' about 110
on my face
'cause I know I'm 'bout to make it
triple six mafia '95 and we runnin'
niggaz know tha scope I'm tipped on these funky hoes
everytime you see tha chevy it be full of smoke...