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 bad-ass

You we got panache style, sass
Gettin' mad ass, keepin' it under
and class we kiss in the back
Spittin' mad trash, honey, honey and we real

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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