Luyện nghe bài hát We Got Panache

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

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

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

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

we spotted it and if we wanted it
Fill it with men and spawn and shit, ain't nothing with it
get the party started, shit, let's get it on and hit
High ballin' cat callin' no yo

We all on a straw, a certain
Je Ne Quoi at the bar
I hit it raw, never do back unless
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 while I sit up on your face
We paid and when we don't, got dates
Dig in the crates, eat steak and

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

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

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