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

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Hmmm...yes
Rock and roll, man and rock
I got tens, got twentys, got fifty
I got to buy, coke for sale
Sold much coke, got in jail
In the white Rolls Royce with my man
This lil' got beats too fresh to be stale
But I'ma take you back to the eighties
When my Stacey had the pearl Mercedes
My aunt cousin Wack had the on black
Ac' coupe Legend the gold in the back
I was just a lil' runnin' wild as hell
Runnin' round wild trynta get that
Lil' shorty dudes trynta the grooves
I was twelve old brought it to the school
Cause I was quick to flip, quick to sell shit
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 diesel roll-ups
Fam! we can up (Star Track)
But Fam! try to roll up (Star Track)
Don't make me pull these motherfuckin' up
Cause it's that

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The fiends is dyin', things is
Missin' on the streets, so the fiends is still
Right on time and on the mind and
On them twenty-fo's, bit-ches straight shinin'
But y'all niggaz don't bout this
Fresh new kicks with the new
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 ain't no punk and I ain't no
From a place on Earth called
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 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 bail by my cousin E
Back on the Porsche with the mobile
Like eleven in the mornin' them to go home
Trynta score and get this shit off
You ain't from the hood, y'all don't know bout

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Aww shit, this is the when the fight just start
When the get to swingin' and the four-fifths spark
And then the bitches get to runnin' and the bitch just
And we spin off in Rolls and it's so damn

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

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