Luyện nghe bài hát Tight Whips

We roll tight whips,
Bentley, Lex, Mercedes, and
We roll whips, everyday
Hustlin to a big buck, but that's ok

1]
They say the top acting funny
He ain't a day
He got the top back, you his new Z28
at ya (BOY!) with the 8 of us 8
But they like my rims they non-stop (SPREWELL!)
like they runnin away

[Verse 2:
I'm 80 in the lightin
trays on shine
The try to pull me over but my rims done blinded em
Cus I got 4 models in the of my truck
18" bumpin my stuff
Waking the UP!

[Verse 3: P]
Call me Ghetto Bill cus my seats they be
And I roll through the hood I got 2 or 3 hoochies
Lou Airbags 'case I crash bad
kidded up like I'm Batman
Represent the
TV when I that
for a car, no
Hope I don't that, WHOA!

4]
We roll big body Benz the navigators
In the hood, servin like I'm a restaurant waiter
Blue lights on the Jag cus I to shine
Keep it by my shorty so we be hard to find
I ain't pay the car note, in about 3
I'd rather, spend my paper on Henney and
Even when the truck stop those be constant spinnin
I'm a 504 Boy so I'm constant it

5: Yungsta]
Roll around in whips
Catch me on the night
I'm a Yungsta, I roll without a license
My dogs is triflin, homie you can when
First one in the hood on the block with the ice
My seats be piped out, TVs the lights out
Had these blinkin when I passed, try not to out
Dash with the grain, still in the hood man
Catch me on lean car clean we doing big

[Verse 6:
The way we do it
She got a man, but she still gonna around
Bentley, a bucket chicken I'm like ma, go turn em now
It's No Limit said it, we all day, no loss
Just lot pimpin, car changin colors
These go hard off

[Verse 7: P]
We leave the in the window, whodee
Cus worth about a hundred
V12 with remote (cha-cha) engine runnin
P.Miller throwbacks, with the convertable
Candy paint thong version with the out chip
Yokahama tires, whodee, but I got 3
No Boys we thuggin I get a high for next week!

[Verse 8: Lil'
I'm tailin my dad, and I'm rollin on drops
Sportin Sprewell to the curb I think I saw the
They me Richie Rich, I got my name in the seats
in the front and the back DVDs
Got TVs in the head rest with the big wide
Got the navigation system with the in between
Rollin a coupe with the top when I go outdoors
We roll on old around here, that's 24s

[Jamaican

9]
I got that whip block paint off, my air ding dong
The on my hood just like my ride stay PISSED off
I roll through yo hood ask me do I call lift off
Like if it was made out of space 20s and crishtoff

10]
Go glistens
chicks, call me Mista Cleana
A firecracker, big ballin, something you've never seen
I'm lean, off thick playin on 6 TV screens
green, 24s, but you know, it ain't no thing
HAH

[Verse 11: P]
We ghetto fab, let our bling bling
Driveway like a dealership, walk no more
We out, all day, all night
Cus is my life, my life, my life...