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

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Hmmm...yes
and roll, man roll and rock
I got tens, got twentys, got blocks
I got smoke to buy, coke for
Sold much coke, got in jail
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 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 trynta get mail
shorty dudes trynta learn the grooves
I was years old brought it to the school
I was quick to flip, quick 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! don't try to up (Star Track)
Don't make me pull motherfuckin' fo's up
Cause it's that

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The is dyin', things is lyin'
Missin' on the streets, so the fiends is buyin'
on time and money on the mind and
On them twenty-fo's, bit-ches straight shinin'
But y'all niggaz don't know bout
Fresh new kicks with the new
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 no punk and I ain't no snitch
From a place on called Huntersville
Where people out there got love for
Got for all who got love for me
If a coward 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 ever get then it was to be
I'ma just make by my cousin E
Back on the Porsche with the mobile
Like eleven in the mornin' them to go home
Trynta and get this shit off quick
You ain't from the hood, y'all don't know this

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

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

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