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, for sale
Sold much coke, got coke in
In the white Rolls with my man Pharrell
This lil' nigga got too fresh to be stale
But I'ma take you back to the early
my cousin 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 young'n runnin' wild as hell
Runnin' round trynta get that mail
Lil' dudes trynta learn the grooves
I was twelve old brought it to the school
Cause I was quick to flip, quick to that shit
You ain't from the hood, y'all don't know 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 sour roll-ups
Fam! we can up (Star Track)
But Fam! don't try to up (Star Track)
Don't me pull these motherfuckin' fo's up
Cause like that

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The fiends is dyin', is lyin'
Missin' on the streets, so the fiends is buyin'
on time and money on the mind and
On them twenty-fo's, them straight shinin'
But y'all niggaz know bout this
Fresh new with the new outfit
Got the all top with the black on black
You ever see me creepin, just on back
Cause I got that pump and it is gon'
I ain't no punk and I no snitch
From a place on called Huntersville
Where people out there got for real
Got love for all who got for me
If a coward ran then it wasn't me
be on the curb 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 make bail by my E
Back on the Porsche the mobile phone
eleven in the mornin' them hoes to go home
Trynta score and get this off quick
You ain't from the hood, y'all don't know bout

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Aww shit, this is the part when the fight just
When the get to swingin' and the four-fifths spark
And the bitches get to runnin' and the bitch just scream
And we off in Rolls 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 bait up
Niggaz lookin' all jealous, lookin' mad as
Actin' like lil' girls, like
Mad cause my hand bad as hell
I would've kept shootin', but I had a
See, I'm a boss three sixty-five
Lookin' for a Nina Ross, she just can
up my cash and slide all sweet
Nigga tried to snatch ass, knocked his off beat
talk trash like the shit all sweet
Wont'cha all take the dogg, not off me
Hustlin's in my veins - you cannot 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 know this

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