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 smoke to buy, coke for
Sold coke, got coke in jail
In the white Rolls Royce with my man
This lil' nigga got beats too to be stale
But take you back to the early eighties
When my cousin Stacey had the pearl
My aunt cousin Wack had the black on
Ac' coupe with the gold in the back
I was a lil' young'n runnin' wild as hell
Runnin' round trynta get that mail
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, don't know bout this

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

[Verse 2:
The is dyin', things is lyin'
Missin' on the streets, so the fiends is buyin'
Right on and money on the mind and
On them twenty-fo's, them bit-ches straight
But y'all niggaz don't know this
new kicks with the new outfit
Got the all black top with the black on
You ever see me creepin, just back on
Cause I got that pump and it is gon'
I ain't no and I ain't no snitch
a place on Earth called Huntersville
Where people out there got love for
Got love for all who got 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 by my cousin E
Back on the Porsche with the mobile
Like eleven in the them hoes to go home
Trynta score and get 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 fists get to and the four-fifths spark
And then the bitches get to 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, both hammers is
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 cause my hand bad as hell
I would've shootin', but I had a sale
See, I'm a crime three sixty-five
for a Nina Ross, she just can ride
Picked up my cash and slide all
Nigga tried to snatch ass, knocked his heart off
Nigga trash like the shit all sweet
Wont'cha all take the dogg, not off me
Hustlin's in my veins - you cannot it
Walkin' on the block with in my pocket
I'm score and get this shit off quick
You from the ghetto, y'all don't know bout this

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