Luyện nghe bài hát Rock My Fitted

[Hook x2:
Rock my P. Millers comin ? in my cap
Rock my P. Millers ? in my fitted cap
(Oh) in my cap (whoa) in my fitted cap
All in the club pullin hoes in my cap

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

[Hook x2:

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

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

[Hook x2:

Lil' D]
Im ducked in my posted up in the cut
I dont dance in my I just throw my hood up
Tryna knuck if you buck we gon it to the gut
Cuz Im gone off that drank find a chicken cup but
Lean wit it, rock wit it, yea I my glock wit
I pop wit it, possibly due drop gimme (oh)
24s when I roll and my pockets of doe
In the pullin hoes in my fitted cap
She wanna see my the Guttaboy of da South
I dont gotta spit game I diamonds in my mouth
Yea, Im to state I know ya boys 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 what we do
We the proof keep a lil 22 the Master rims on the Coupe boy boy

x2: C-Los]