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 much coke, got coke in
In the white Royce with my man Pharrell
This nigga got beats too fresh to be stale
But I'ma take you back to the early
When my Stacey had the pearl Mercedes
My aunt cousin Wack had the on black
Ac' Legend with the gold in the back
I was just a lil' young'n runnin' as hell
Runnin' round trynta get that mail
Lil' shorty dudes trynta learn the
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 bout this

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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' than 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 these motherfuckin' up
Cause it's that

[Verse 2:
The fiends is dyin', is lyin'
on the streets, so the fiends is still buyin'
Right on and money on the mind and
On them twenty-fo's, them bit-ches shinin'
But y'all niggaz know bout this
new kicks with the new outfit
Got the all black top the black on black
You ever see me creepin, just back on
Cause I got pump and it is gon' spit
I ain't no punk and I ain't no
From a place on called Huntersville
Where people out there got for real
Got love for all who got for me
If a coward ever ran then it me
be on the curb movin' dubs and d's
And if you bought a dub then it was for me
I ever get then it was to be
just make bail by my cousin E
Back on the Porsche with the phone
Like eleven in the them hoes to go home
Trynta score and get shit off quick
You ain't the hood, y'all don't know bout this

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

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I on my block, the cam on the spot
My hands in my pocket, both is cocked
for a nigga to just act up
My right hand big six, got my bait up
Niggaz lookin' all jealous, lookin' mad as
Actin' like lil' girls, like
Mad cause my right hand bad as
I kept shootin', but I had a sale
See, I'm a crime boss three
Lookin' for a Nina Ross, she can ride
Picked up my and slide all sweet
tried to snatch ass, knocked his heart off beat
Nigga talk trash like the all sweet
all take the cash dogg, not off me
Hustlin's in my - you cannot stop it
Walkin' on the block life in my pocket
I'm score and get this shit off quick
You ain't from the ghetto, y'all don't know this

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