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 fifty
I got to buy, coke for sale
Sold coke, got coke in jail
In the white Royce with my man Pharrell
This nigga got beats too fresh to be stale
But I'ma take you to the early eighties
When my cousin Stacey had the pearl
My aunt cousin Wack had the on black
Ac' coupe Legend with the gold in the
I was just a lil' young'n wild as hell
Runnin' round wild 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 the hood, y'all 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 cups
I got your chop top sour roll-ups
Fam! we can up (Star Track)
But Fam! try to roll up (Star Track)
make me pull these motherfuckin' fo's up
Cause like that

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The fiends is dyin', things is
on the streets, so the fiends is still buyin'
Right on and money on the mind and
On them twenty-fo's, them bit-ches shinin'
But y'all niggaz don't know 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 that pump and it is spit
I ain't no punk and I no snitch
From a place on Earth called
people out there got love for real
Got love for all who got 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 then it was to be
I'ma just make bail by my E
Back on the Porsche with the mobile
eleven in the mornin' them hoes to go home
Trynta and get this shit off quick
You ain't from the hood, y'all know bout this

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Aww shit, this is the part the fight just start
When the fists get to and the four-fifths spark
And the bitches get to runnin' and the bitch just scream
And we spin off in Rolls and so damn clean

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

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