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

[Verse 1:
Hmmm...yes
Rock and roll, man and rock
I got tens, got twentys, got blocks
I got smoke to buy, coke for
Sold coke, got coke in jail
In the white Royce with my man Pharrell
This lil' got beats too fresh to be stale
But I'ma you back to the early eighties
When my cousin Stacey had the pearl
My aunt cousin had the black on black
Ac' Legend with the gold in the back
I was just a lil' young'n runnin' wild as
Runnin' round wild trynta get that
Lil' dudes trynta learn the grooves
I was twelve years old it to the school
Cause I was quick to flip, quick to sell that
You ain't the hood, y'all don't know bout this

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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' than frozen
I got your chop top sour roll-ups
Fam! we can up (Star Track)
But Fam! try to roll up (Star Track)
Don't me pull these motherfuckin' fo's up
Cause it's that

[Verse 2:
The fiends is dyin', things is
Missin' on the streets, so the fiends is still
Right on time and money on the and
On them twenty-fo's, bit-ches straight shinin'
But y'all don't know bout this
Fresh new with the new outfit
Got the all black top with the black on
You ever see me creepin, just back on
Cause I got that pump and it is gon'
I no punk and I ain't no snitch
From a place on called Huntersville
people out there got love for real
Got love for all who got for me
If a coward ran then it wasn't me
I'll be on the movin' dubs and d's
And if you ever bought a dub it was for me
I ever get then it was to be
I'ma just make bail by my E
Back on the with the mobile phone
Like eleven in the mornin' hoes to go home
Trynta score and get this shit off
You ain't the hood, y'all don't know bout this

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Aww shit, this is the part the fight just start
When the fists get to swingin' and the spark
And then the bitches get to runnin' and the bitch scream
And we spin off in Rolls and it's so clean

[Verse 3:
I on my block, the cam on the spot
My hands in my pocket, both is cocked
Waitin' for a nigga to act up
My right hand big six, got my back up
Niggaz lookin' all jealous, mad as hell
Actin' like girls, like tattle-tales
Mad cause my right bad as hell
I would've kept shootin', but I had a
See, I'm a crime boss sixty-five
Lookin' for a Nina Ross, she just can
Picked up my and slide all sweet
Nigga tried to snatch ass, his heart off beat
Nigga trash like the shit all sweet
Wont'cha all the cash dogg, not off me
Hustlin's in my - you cannot stop it
Walkin' on the block life in my pocket
I'm trynta score and get shit off quick
You ain't from the ghetto, y'all don't know bout

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