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 Rolls Royce my man Pharrell
This lil' nigga got beats too to be stale
But I'ma take you back to the eighties
my cousin Stacey had the pearl Mercedes
My aunt cousin Wack had the on black
Ac' Legend with the gold in the back
I was a lil' young'n runnin' wild as hell
Runnin' round wild get that mail
Lil' shorty dudes learn the grooves
I was years old brought it to the school
Cause I was quick to flip, quick to sell that
You ain't from the hood, y'all don't know bout

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But if you me, throw 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 chop top sour diesel
Fam! we can up (Star Track)
But Fam! try to roll up (Star Track)
make me pull these motherfuckin' fo's up
Cause like that

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The is dyin', things is lyin'
Missin' on the streets, so the fiends is buyin'
Right on time and on the mind and
On them twenty-fo's, them bit-ches straight
But y'all niggaz don't bout this
Fresh new kicks the new outfit
Got the all top with the black on black
You ever see me creepin, back on back
Cause I got pump and it is gon' spit
I ain't no punk and I ain't no
a place on Earth called Huntersville
Where people out got love for real
Got for all who got love for me
If a ever ran then it wasn't me
I'll be on the curb 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 just bail by my cousin E
Back on the with the mobile phone
Like in the mornin' them hoes to go home
score and get this shit off quick
You ain't the hood, y'all don't know bout this

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Aww shit, is the part when the fight just start
When the fists get to swingin' and the spark
And the bitches get to runnin' 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, hammers is cocked
for a nigga to just act up
My right hand big six, got my back up
Niggaz lookin' all jealous, lookin' mad as
Actin' like lil' girls, like
Mad cause my right bad as hell
I would've shootin', but I had a sale
See, I'm a crime three sixty-five
Lookin' for a Ross, she just can ride
Picked up my cash and slide all
Nigga tried to snatch ass, his heart off beat
talk trash like the shit all sweet
Wont'cha all the cash dogg, not off me
Hustlin's in my veins - you cannot it
Walkin' on the block with 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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