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 fifty
I got to buy, coke for sale
Sold coke, got coke in jail
In the white Rolls Royce with my man
This lil' nigga got beats too fresh to be
But I'ma take you back to the early
When my cousin Stacey had the Mercedes
My aunt cousin Wack had the on black
Ac' coupe Legend the gold in the back
I was just a lil' young'n runnin' wild as
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, to sell that shit
You ain't from the hood, y'all don't bout this

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But if you feel me, throw bows up (Star Track)
Try to set up get glowed up
Hey, I'm the candyman, I got mo' than cups
I got your top sour diesel roll-ups
Fam! we can up (Star Track)
But Fam! don't try to up (Star Track)
Don't make me pull these motherfuckin' up
Cause it's that

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

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Aww shit, this is the part when the fight start
When the fists get to swingin' and the four-fifths
And then the bitches get to runnin' and the bitch 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 hands in my pocket, both hammers is
Waitin' for a to just act up
My right big six, got my bait back up
lookin' all jealous, lookin' mad as hell
Actin' like girls, like tattle-tales
Mad cause my right hand bad as
I kept shootin', but I had a sale
See, I'm a crime boss three
Lookin' for a Ross, she just can ride
Picked up my cash and slide all
Nigga tried to snatch ass, knocked his off beat
Nigga talk trash the shit all sweet
all take the cash dogg, not off me
Hustlin's in my - you cannot stop it
Walkin' on the with life in my pocket
I'm trynta score and get shit off quick
You ain't from the ghetto, don't know bout this

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