Luyện nghe bài hát Sunday Night

Believe it,
You know we the 1
How you that, nigga
Look,

Went to Miami a Lam', and sure 'nough
My Bentley, Fresh Bentley on dubs
Monte Carlo's, Cadillac's, and
If it ain't a V-8, that shit ain't

Vettes, vipers, trucks, and
Pullin' all shit out on a Sunday night
Neighborhood superstars, cars, and
Everybody wan' a hot boy

trucks, Lexus trucks
Cadillac trucks, all the for your buck
Six TV's DVD's, twenty-G's worth of sound
So a nigga can me, we shine and floss

We pay the ten-G's a night, we buyin' the ball
But one thing, things ain't changed
Find me at a line doin' my thing
I'm rockin' ice, I pocket

Corner pocket down we gon' be there tonight
It's wall to wall, killers and
Niggas actin' crazy they to ball

They at Nolia, shoutin' at Melph
at yo, everybody to the South
They shoutin' at Nolia, shoutin' at
They at Yo, everybody to the South

See, a 3rd ward nigga don't play that
You get outta line, we'll you quick
See, a 3rd nigga don't play that shit
You get outta we'll kill you quick

Vettes, vipers, trucks, and
Pullin' all that shit out on a Sunday
Cutlass, Monte Carlo's, and still
Shorty, shit don't stop nigga, keep it

Look, Vettes, vipers, trucks, and
Pullin' all that shit out on a night
Cutlass, Monte Carlo's, and still
Nigga, shit don't stop playa, it real

Look, now who we? The nigga ridin' top-down in the
You see more diamonds they got on Blue Streak
You know it's Lil' goin' off
Slim and Baby him somethin' new he showin' off

I will buy Bentley real wide
Sixteen with no still drive
That's a wild fella, watch wife, I'll sell her
I'm up in the compressor loud yellow

on skinnies, yeah, killin' ya
Pop the hood, souped up with a
Niggas ridin' big Benz stop it
pull up next to 'em in a Lam' top this

I know they be like, "Man, them boys got to home"
Different color Hummers lookin' like a box of
Open up the back sound got they damn achin'
Me, I'm in the back seat playin' a play station,

Vettes, vipers, trucks, and
Pullin' all that shit out on a night
Cutlass, Monte Carlo's and Regals
Nigga, shit don't stop, playa, it real

Look, Vettes, vipers, trucks, and
Pullin' all that shit out on a night
Cutlass, Monte Carlo's, and Regals
Wodie, shit stop, we gon' keep it real

That remote it here, trucks with chandeliers
He don't have America on up in here
Lay it down when I park it carpet
'cross the street sayin', "Watch me start this"

Excursion from thirty away
Lil' go and say, "How the fuck he did that?"
"You heard he live at?"
"Piranhas and iguanas, and glass"

"The bottom of his swimmin' said, 'Kiss my ass'"
Niggas motherfuck it, I take the St. Bernard
And gut it and make it into one big
And when you in separate ward, scream out

"That's where Fresh live"
Three-piece livin' room set in the back of the
Plus the alarm that say, "I you, Daddy"
VCR nigga, unhook it, run the DVD when the satellite crooked

Honey, what you mean you ain't seen a big-screen
In the back of the that's green? Chromed out amplifiers
Twenty-two inch tires, I want them, I want the fiber optic wires
I'm so hot I'm responsible for fires

How you love

Vettes, vipers, trucks, and
Pullin' all that shit out on a Sunday
Cutlass, Carlo's, and Regals still
Wodie, shit don't stop, we gon' keep it

Look, Vettes, vipers, trucks, and
Pullin' all that shit out on a night
Cutlass, Monte Carlo's, and still
Wodie, shit don't stop, keep it real

Look, Vettes, vipers, trucks, and
all that shit out on a Sunday night
Cutlass, Monte Carlo's, and Regals
Shorty, shit don't stop, keep it real

Vettes, vipers, trucks, and
all that shit out on a Sunday night
Cutlass, Monte Carlo's, and still
Man, shit stop, keep it real

Understand, we gon' keep this
Goin' into on up to 3000
I'ma [unverified], I goin' nowhere
For sure, Fresh, a doubt, playboy

I meant that shit 'til you fall
Believe that,
gon' clone my ass
It's gon' be eight of me, you see what I'm sayin'
(Huh?)
a doubt

They get rid of me
that shit and I'm gone
You can't me, but you can kiss my chain
(Without)
You can my watch
(Lick the ice)
You can my belt
(Lick the ice)

You can my shoes
But don't put lips on me
(Ice everywhere)
It ain't like
We gon' dip 'em platinum,
(Blows kiss)
Ahh, good

Dip one up, we dip one up platinum
now, if y'all can see, you gon' see
Nothin' but a brown-skin nigga, dip
Grill platinum, nothin' but ice, but ice, ice everywhere
Ten in my grill and I keeps it real
How you love that