Luyện nghe bài hát Rock My Fitted

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Rock my P. Millers ? in my fitted cap
Rock my P. Millers ? in my fitted cap
(Oh) in my cap (whoa) in my fitted cap
All in the club pullin in my fitted cap

[Verse:
Im ducked in my fitted ride trucks wit the tinted
Guttar Boyz in it I dont think you dudes serious a scrimmage
You see me step out wit P. Miller rims and all the (uh-huh)
In a on a fitted jeans blingin and its drippin
Oh, you boys I've been token you boys lame
And I hang around guerrillas its I was thousand
Ah man I bank mines and if you yappin thats
I em solder way yea the bullets them rap titan (oh)
I keep my rim low, it can took it to the right
When I turn it to back that means C-Los is to fight
But I leanin to the left, cuz I sip that Sprite
So Imma, lay like its a come catchin Mobile Sike
Yea like me, I got a plan to rival
Cuz I got a lot of platinum placks on P walls
Oh Lord you know is ready, ducked in my fitted cap
Ride in my fitted cap, in my fitted cap

x2: C-Los]

[Verse:
Im some special you never seen in my fitted cap green (okay)
? on the jersey get it cap master teen (you know)
20s on 26s on the limousines
Son of a hustler I had to nice cream (sell what)
3.8s when Im on a date (ah-ha)
5.8s Lil' Rome I dont want you in my face (yea)
And I feel kinda beef I just turn it to the back
Wick it straight in the eyes then make it lean (yea)

Young V]
Hat to the I might be young but Im a beats wit it (oh)
Freaky like a searcher up and lean and freeze in it (oh)
So I can ball in it (oh) hit them in it (oh)
my soldier cap on them watchin 3 (?) in it (oh)
Im a rich boy I aint steal shorty (oh)
Tell that lil rich no cops freakin shorty (oh)
I do some sacks homie (oh) crannies look like homie
Represent Music the hood got my back homie

x2: C-Los]

[Verse: D]
Im in my fitted posted up in the cut
I dont dance in my fitted I throw my hood up
knuck if you buck we gon catch it to the gut
Cuz Im gone off that tryna find a chicken cup but
Lean wit it, wit it, yea I keep my glock wit
Beefin I pop wit it, possibly due drop (oh)
24s when I roll and my pockets of doe
In the club pullin in my fitted cap
She see my grill the Guttaboy of da South
I dont spit game I spit diamonds in my mouth
Yea, Im state to state I know ya dont hate
So I some that'll make ya click jigglelate
Yup, Im so T.R.U.
A red fitted but the in my chain so B.L.U.
And yall boys know we do
We the that keep a lil 22 the Master rims on the Coupe boy boy

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