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

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

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

we spotted it and if we wanted it
Fill it with men and spawn and shit, nothing wrong with it
Let's get the started, shit, let's get it on and hit
ballin' 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 we saw, never do look back, ok, Papa

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

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

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

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