Luyện nghe bài hát We Got Panache

You know we got
Style, sass, gettin mad cash, 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 under
and class we kiss in the back
Spittin' mad trash, honey, honey and we bad-ass

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

Get girls in bonnets, hot 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 the whole club up

When we it and if we wanted it
Fill it with men and and shit, ain't nothing wrong with it
Let's get the 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, do look back unless
We, what we saw, never do look back, ok, Papa

On the case like Steve Case estates, 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 great and when we don't, got dates
Dig in the crates, eat steak and

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

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

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