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 to buy, coke for sale
Sold coke, got coke in jail
In the white Rolls with my man Pharrell
This nigga got beats too fresh to be stale
But I'ma take you back to the early
When my cousin 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 wild trynta get that
Lil' shorty dudes trynta the grooves
I was years old brought it to the school
Cause I was quick to flip, quick to that shit
You ain't from the hood, y'all 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' frozen 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 pull these fo's up
it's like that

[Verse 2:
The is dyin', things is lyin'
Missin' on the streets, so the fiends is still
Right on and money on the mind and
On them twenty-fo's, them bit-ches straight
But y'all niggaz don't bout this
new kicks with the new outfit
Got the all top with the black on black
You see me creepin, just back on back
Cause I got that and it is gon' spit
I ain't no punk and I no snitch
From a place on called Huntersville
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 bought a dub it was for me
I ever get caught it was to be
I'ma just bail by my cousin E
Back on the Porsche the mobile phone
Like eleven in the them hoes to go home
Trynta score and get this shit off
You ain't from the hood, y'all don't know 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 get to runnin' and the bitch just scream
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, hammers is cocked
for a nigga to just act up
My right hand big six, got my back up
Niggaz lookin' all jealous, lookin' mad as
Actin' like lil' girls, tattle-tales
Mad my right hand bad as hell
I kept shootin', but I had a sale
See, I'm a boss three sixty-five
Lookin' for a Nina Ross, she can ride
Picked up my and slide all sweet
Nigga to snatch ass, knocked his heart off beat
Nigga talk trash like the shit all
Wont'cha all take the dogg, not off me
Hustlin's in my veins - you stop it
Walkin' on the block with in my pocket
I'm trynta score and get this off quick
You ain't from the ghetto, y'all know bout this

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