Luyện nghe bài hát We Got Panache

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

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

You know we got panache, we gettin' mad
Paid a dime a second Diamond Dave and Damon Dash
I spit, sonic gas, classy psychopath, psychotic,
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, hook you on our
Learned ebonics by Erotic, ebony and Mantronix
Never stoppin' it sock electronic shit the whole club up

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

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

On the case 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 mirror while I sit up on your
We paid and when we don't, got dates
Dig in the crates, eat steak and

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

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

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