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 fifty
I got to buy, coke for sale
Sold coke, got coke in jail
In the white Rolls Royce my man Pharrell
This lil' nigga got too fresh to be stale
But I'ma you back to the early eighties
When my Stacey had the pearl Mercedes
My cousin Wack had the black on black
Ac' coupe Legend with the gold in the
I was a lil' young'n runnin' wild as hell
Runnin' round wild trynta get that
Lil' dudes trynta 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 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 get glowed up
Hey, I'm the candyman, I got mo' than cups
I got chop top sour diesel roll-ups
Fam! we can up (Star Track)
But Fam! try to roll up (Star Track)
Don't make me these 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'
Right on time and money on the and
On them twenty-fo's, them bit-ches shinin'
But y'all niggaz don't bout this
Fresh new 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 spit
I no punk and I ain't no snitch
From a place on called Huntersville
Where out there got love for real
Got love for all who got for me
If a ever ran then it wasn't me
I'll be on the curb dubs and d's
And if you ever bought a dub it was for me
I get caught then it was to be
just make bail by my cousin E
Back on the Porsche with the mobile
Like eleven in the mornin' them hoes to go
Trynta score and get shit off quick
You ain't from the hood, y'all don't bout this

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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 runnin' and the bitch just
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 is cocked
Waitin' for a to just act up
My hand big six, got my bait back up
Niggaz lookin' all jealous, lookin' mad as
Actin' like lil' girls, 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 cash and slide all
Nigga tried to snatch ass, knocked his heart off
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 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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