Luyện nghe bài hát We Got Panache

You know we got
Style, sass, gettin mad cash, keepin' it wraps
and class, we sit in the back
Spendin' mad cash, money, and we real bad-ass

You know we got style, sass
Gettin' mad ass, keepin' it glass
Pizazz and class we kiss in the
Spittin' mad trash, honey, honey and we bad-ass

You know we got panache, we gettin' mad
Paid a dime a second like Diamond and Damon Dash
I spit, sonic gas, classy psychopath, psychotic,
I got an iconic ass, it's ironic how my robotic sonnets

Get girls in bonnets, hot like Harry
Sick on gin and tonics, we, super sonic, hook you on our
ebonics by Erotic, ebony dick and Mantronix
Never stoppin' it sock electronic shit allotted the club up

When we spotted it and if we it
Fill it with men and spawn and shit, nothing wrong with it
get the party started, shit, let's get it on and hit
High ballin' cat no alcohol yo

We all suck on a straw, a
Je Ne Sais at the bar
I hit it raw, never do look back
We, like what we saw, never do back, ok, Papa

On the case like Steve estates, like Oprah's place
Savoir Faire and grace, hair in place, here's a taste
No time to waste, do my in the mirror while I sit up on your face
We paid great and when we don't, got
Dig in the crates, eat steak and

Spin wax, tracks, we laid, laid back
Ladies get laid and stay up at that
Now we getting mass sass pinnacle
Like the not minimal we hospitable,
Mad kissable it's difficult, princess for instance
We never divisible make you invisible

Kit in each car kittens with bars
etiquette from Connecticut to Zanzibar
Strip to big balls 'n concert halls, New York Dolls

Taggin' up bathroom stalls, we all-stars folly North down to Raleigh
Follow me, suck lollys down in Bali, all dollies, Arty as Dali
And when Mr. Rodgers me, we allowed on his trolley