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
much coke, got coke in jail
In the white Rolls Royce my man Pharrell
This lil' nigga got too fresh to be stale
But I'ma take you to the early eighties
When my Stacey had the pearl Mercedes
My aunt cousin had the black on black
Ac' coupe Legend with the in the back
I was just a lil' young'n runnin' as hell
Runnin' round trynta get that mail
Lil' shorty trynta learn the grooves
I was twelve years old brought it to the
Cause I was quick to flip, quick to sell shit
You ain't from the hood, y'all don't bout this

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But if you feel me, your bows up (Star Track)
Try to set up shop get up
Hey, I'm the candyman, I got mo' than frozen
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 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 on the mind and
On them twenty-fo's, them bit-ches shinin'
But y'all don't know bout this
new kicks with the new outfit
Got the all black top with the on black
You ever see me creepin, back on back
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 love for
Got for all who got love for me
If a coward ever ran then it me
be on the curb movin' dubs and d's
And if you ever a dub then it was for me
I ever get caught it was to be
I'ma just make bail by my E
Back on the Porsche the mobile phone
Like in the mornin' 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 the fight just start
the fists get to swingin' and the four-fifths spark
And then the bitches get to runnin' and the bitch scream
And we spin off in Rolls and it's so damn

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I on my block, the cam on the spot
My hands in my pocket, hammers is cocked
Waitin' for a nigga to act up
My right hand big six, got my back up
Niggaz lookin' all jealous, mad as hell
Actin' like girls, like tattle-tales
Mad cause my hand bad as hell
I would've shootin', but I had a sale
See, I'm a crime boss sixty-five
for a Nina Ross, she just can ride
Picked up my and slide all sweet
Nigga tried to snatch ass, his heart off beat
Nigga talk like the shit all sweet
all take the cash dogg, not off me
Hustlin's in my veins - you cannot it
Walkin' on the block with in my pocket
I'm trynta and get this shit off quick
You ain't from the ghetto, y'all don't know this

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