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

[Verse 1:
Hmmm...yes
Rock and roll, man roll and
I got tens, got twentys, got blocks
I got to buy, coke for sale
Sold much coke, got in jail
In the white Rolls Royce with my man
This lil' nigga got beats too to be stale
But I'ma take you to the early eighties
When my cousin Stacey had the Mercedes
My aunt cousin Wack had the black on
Ac' coupe with 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 twelve old brought it to the school
Cause I was quick to flip, quick to sell that
You ain't from the hood, y'all know bout this

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But if you me, throw your bows up (Star Track)
Try to set up get glowed up
Hey, I'm the candyman, I got mo' frozen cups
I got your 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 motherfuckin' up
it's like that

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

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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 just scream
And we spin off in Rolls and it's so clean

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I stand on my block, the cam on the
My in my pocket, both hammers is cocked
Waitin' for a nigga to act up
My right hand big six, got my back up
Niggaz lookin' all jealous, lookin' mad as
Actin' like lil' girls, like
Mad my right hand bad as hell
I would've kept shootin', but I had a
See, I'm a crime three sixty-five
Lookin' for a Nina Ross, she just can
Picked up my cash and all sweet
Nigga tried to ass, knocked his heart off beat
Nigga talk like the shit all sweet
Wont'cha all the cash 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 shit off
You ain't from the ghetto, y'all know bout this

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