Luyện nghe bài hát Rock My Fitted

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

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Im in my fitted ride trucks wit the windows tinted
Guttar Boyz in it I dont think you dudes you's a scrimmage
You see me step out wit P. Miller and all the tennis (uh-huh)
In a on a fitted jeans blingin and its drippin
Oh, you boys playin I've been token you 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 them rap (oh)
I keep my rim low, even it can it to the right
When I turn it to back that means C-Los is bout to
But I leanin to the left, cuz I sip that Sprite
So Imma, lay its a Spooner come catchin Mobile Sike
Yea nigga like me, I got a to rival
Cuz I got a lot of platinum like placks on P
Oh Lord you C-Los is ready, ducked in my fitted cap
Ride in my fitted cap, in my fitted cap

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Im some special you never in my fitted cap money green (okay)
? on the jersey get it cap dawg master (you know)
20s on Cutlets 26s on the
Son of a I had to sell nice cream (sell what)
3.8s Im goin on a date (ah-ha)
5.8s duckin Lil' Rome I want you in my face (yea)
And I some kinda beef I just turn 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 a searcher starched up and lean and freeze in it (oh)
So I can ball in it (oh) hit ball in it (oh)
Throw my soldier cap on them 3 (?) in it (oh)
Im a boy I aint gotta steal shorty (oh)
Tell that lil no cops freakin chip shorty (oh)
I do some sacks homie (oh) look like Shaq homie
Represent Music the hood got my back homie

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[Verse: 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 tryna find a chicken cup but
Lean wit it, rock wit it, yea I keep my wit
Beefin I pop wit it, possibly due gimme (oh)
24s when I roll and my full of doe
In the club hoes in my fitted cap
She see my grill the Guttaboy of da South
I dont gotta spit game I spit diamonds in my
Yea, Im state to state I ya boys dont hate
So I keep some that'll make ya jigglelate
Yup, Im so T.R.U.
A red but the diamonds in my chain so B.L.U.
And boys know what we do
We the proof that keep a lil 22 the rims on the Coupe boy boy

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