Luyện nghe bài hát We Got Panache

You we got panache
Style, sass, mad cash, keepin' it under wraps
and class, we sit in the back
Spendin' mad cash, money, money and we real

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

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

Get in bonnets, hot like Harry Connicks
Sick on gin and tonics, we, sonic, hook you on our phonics
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, ain't nothing wrong it
Let's get the party started, shit, get it on and hit
High cat callin' 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, do look back, ok, Papa

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

Spin wax, make tracks, we laid, laid
Ladies get laid and stay up late at
Now we getting mass sass pinnacle
the Citadel not minimal we hospitable,
Mad kissable difficult, Aristicral princess for instance
We invincible divisible make you invisible

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

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