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 hoes in my cap

[Verse:
Im ducked in my fitted trucks wit the windows tinted
Guttar Boyz in it I think you dudes serious you's a scrimmage
You see me out wit P. Miller rims 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 boys
And I hang around its ziped I was thousand
Ah man I bank and if you yappin thats firin
I left em 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 bout to
But I to the left, cuz I sip that purple 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 C-Los is ready, in my fitted cap
Ride in my cap, high in my fitted cap

x2: C-Los]

[Verse:
Im special you never seen in my fitted cap money green (okay)
? on the jersey get it cap dawg teen (you know)
20s on 26s on the limousines
Son of a I had to sell nice cream (sell what)
3.8s Im goin on a date (ah-ha)
5.8s duckin Lil' I dont want you in my face (yea)
And I feel some beef I just turn it to the back
Wick it in the eyes then make it lean back (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 in it (oh) hit them ball in it (oh)
Throw my soldier cap on watchin 3 (?) in it (oh)
Im a rich boy I aint gotta shorty (oh)
Tell that lil rich no freakin chip shorty (oh)
I do sacks homie (oh) crannies look like Shaq homie
Represent Guttar Music the hood got my homie

x2: C-Los]

[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 we gon catch it to the gut
Cuz Im gone off that drank tryna find a cup but
Lean wit it, rock wit it, yea I my glock wit
Beefin I pop wit it, possibly due drop (oh)
24s when I roll and my pockets 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 in my mouth
Yea, Im state to state I know ya dont hate
So I keep that'll make ya click jigglelate
Yup, Im so T.R.U.
A red fitted but the diamonds in my so B.L.U.
And yall know what we do
We the that keep a lil 22 the Master rims on the Coupe boy boy

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