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 ain't 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!)
Look like runnin away

2: Magic]
I'm 80 in the lightin
Duece trays on
The try to pull me over but my rims done blinded em
Cus I got 4 models in the back of my
18" Bazooka bumpin my
the BLOCK UP!

[Verse 3: P]
Call me Ghetto Bill cus my they be Gucci
And when I roll the hood I got 2 or 3 hoochies
Lou Vaton Airbags 'case I bad
Futuristic kidded up I'm Batman
Represent the
TV when I roll
for a car, no
Hope I blow that, WHOA!

4]
We roll big body it's the navigators
In the hood, servin like I'm a restaurant waiter
Blue on the Jag cus I love to shine
Keep it by my shorty so we be hard to find
I pay the car note, in about 3 months
I'd rather, spend my paper on and blunts
Even when the stop those things be constant spinnin
I'm a 504 Boy so I'm with it

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

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

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

8: Lil' Romeo]
I'm fish my dad, and I'm rollin on drops
Sprewell to the curb I think I saw the cops
They call me Rich, I got my name in the seats
X-Box in the front and the DVDs
Got TVs in the head rest with the big screen
Got the navigation system the phone in between
Rollin a coupe with the top down when I go
We roll on old around here, that's 24s

[Jamaican

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

10]
Go real
These chicks, call me Cleana
A firecracker, big ballin, it's something you've never
I'm sippin lean, off playin on 6 TV screens
Interior green, 24s, but you know, it no thing
HAH

[Verse 11: P]
We ghetto fab, let our bling show
Driveway a dealership, don't walk no more
We out, all day, all night
Cus is my life, my life, my life...