Luyện nghe bài hát Rock N Roll (Fam-Lay)

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Hmmm...yes
Rock and roll, man and rock
I got tens, got twentys, got blocks
I got to buy, coke for sale
Sold much coke, got coke in
In the white Rolls Royce with my man
This lil' nigga got beats too to be stale
But I'ma you back to the early eighties
When my cousin had the pearl Mercedes
My aunt cousin had the black on black
Ac' coupe Legend the gold in the back
I was just a lil' young'n runnin' wild as
Runnin' round wild trynta get that
Lil' shorty dudes learn the grooves
I was twelve years old brought it to the
Cause I was quick to flip, to sell that shit
You ain't from the hood, y'all don't know bout

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But if you feel me, your bows up (Star Track)
Try to set up shop get up
Hey, I'm the candyman, I got mo' frozen cups
I got your top sour diesel roll-ups
Fam! we can up (Star Track)
But Fam! try to roll up (Star Track)
Don't make me pull these fo's up
Cause it's like

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The fiends is dyin', things is
on the streets, so the fiends is still buyin'
Right on time and on the mind and
On them twenty-fo's, them bit-ches straight
But y'all niggaz don't know bout
new kicks with the new outfit
Got the all top with the black on black
You ever see me creepin, just back on
Cause I got that pump and it is gon'
I ain't no punk and I ain't no
From a place on Earth Huntersville
Where people out there got love for
Got for all who got love for me
If a coward ever ran then it me
be on the curb movin' dubs and d's
And if you bought a dub then it was for me
I get caught then it was to be
I'ma make bail by my cousin E
Back on the Porsche the mobile phone
Like eleven in the mornin' them to go home
Trynta score and get this off quick
You ain't from the hood, y'all don't know bout

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Aww shit, this is the part when the fight just
the fists get to swingin' and the four-fifths spark
And then the bitches get to and the bitch just scream
And we spin off in and it's so damn clean

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I stand on my block, the cam on the
My hands in my pocket, both hammers is
Waitin' for a nigga to act up
My right hand big six, got my back up
Niggaz lookin' all jealous, lookin' mad as
like lil' girls, like tattle-tales
Mad cause my hand bad as hell
I kept shootin', but I had a sale
See, I'm a crime boss three
Lookin' for a Nina Ross, she can ride
Picked up my cash and all sweet
Nigga tried to snatch ass, knocked his off beat
Nigga trash like the shit all sweet
Wont'cha all take the dogg, not off me
Hustlin's in my veins - you stop it
Walkin' on the with life in my pocket
I'm trynta score and get this shit off
You ain't from the ghetto, y'all don't know this

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