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

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Hmmm...yes
Rock and roll, man roll and
I got tens, got twentys, got blocks
I got smoke to buy, for sale
Sold much coke, got coke in
In the white Rolls Royce with my man
This nigga got beats too fresh to be stale
But I'ma you back to the early eighties
When my cousin Stacey had the pearl
My aunt cousin Wack had the black on
Ac' coupe Legend the gold in the back
I was just a lil' young'n wild as hell
Runnin' round wild trynta get mail
Lil' shorty trynta learn the grooves
I was twelve years old it to the school
Cause I was quick to flip, quick to sell that
You from the hood, y'all don't know bout this

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But if you feel me, throw bows up (Star Track)
Try to set up shop get up
Hey, I'm the candyman, I got mo' than cups
I got your chop top sour diesel
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 like

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The fiends is dyin', 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 straight
But y'all don't know bout this
Fresh new kicks with the new
Got the all black top the black on black
You see me creepin, just back on back
Cause I got that pump and it is gon'
I ain't no and I ain't no snitch
From a place on Earth called
Where out there got love for real
Got for all who got love for me
If a coward ever ran it wasn't me
I'll be on the movin' dubs and d's
And if you ever a dub then 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 this shit off
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 just
When the fists get to swingin' and the spark
And then the bitches get to runnin' and the just scream
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 is cocked
Waitin' for a nigga to act up
My right big six, got my bait back up
Niggaz all jealous, lookin' mad as hell
Actin' lil' girls, like tattle-tales
Mad cause my right hand bad as
I would've kept shootin', but I had a
See, I'm a crime boss 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 trash like the all sweet
all take the cash dogg, not off me
Hustlin's in my veins - you cannot it
on the block 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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