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 fifty
I got smoke to buy, for sale
Sold much coke, got in jail
In the white Rolls Royce my man Pharrell
This lil' nigga got beats too fresh to be
But take you back to the early eighties
When my cousin Stacey had the pearl
My aunt Wack had the black on black
Ac' coupe Legend with the in the back
I was just a lil' young'n wild as hell
Runnin' round wild trynta get that
shorty 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 from the hood, y'all know bout this

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But if you feel me, throw your 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! don't try to up (Star Track)
Don't make me pull motherfuckin' fo's up
Cause it's that

[Verse 2:
The fiends is dyin', things is
on the streets, so the fiends is still buyin'
Right on and money on the mind and
On them twenty-fo's, them straight shinin'
But niggaz don't know bout this
new kicks with the new outfit
Got the all black top with the on black
You see me creepin, just back on back
Cause I got that and it is gon' spit
I ain't no and I ain't no snitch
From a place on Earth called
people out there got love for real
Got love for all who got for me
If a coward ever ran then it me
I'll be on the curb dubs and d's
And if you ever bought a dub it was for me
I ever get caught it was to be
I'ma just bail by my cousin E
Back on the Porsche with the mobile
Like eleven in the them hoes to go home
score and get this shit off quick
You ain't from the hood, y'all 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 just scream
And we spin off in Rolls and it's so damn

[Verse 3:
I on my block, the cam on the spot
My hands in my pocket, hammers is cocked
for a nigga to just act up
My hand big six, got my bait back up
Niggaz all jealous, lookin' mad as hell
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 Ross, she just can ride
Picked up my cash and all sweet
Nigga tried to ass, knocked his heart off beat
Nigga talk trash the shit all sweet
Wont'cha all the cash dogg, not off me
Hustlin's in my - you cannot stop it
on the block with life in my pocket
I'm trynta and get this shit off quick
You ain't from the ghetto, don't know bout this

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