Luyện nghe bài hát We Rollin'

Ha ha ha!
This is baby, this is real
They this

Just sit back and relax, Bentley in the back
Lil' momma we (WE ROLLIN, WE ROLLIN)
Candy paint on the 'llac, shoes than Shaq
Chrome we rollin (WE ROLLIN, WE ROLLIN)
Picture a scene from The Mack, picture me on it like
get in, we rollin (WE ROLLIN, WE ROLLIN)
Yeah I rap and I act, God be where I'm at
Lil' we rollin (WE ROLLIN, WE ROLLIN)

The P-I-M-P, the are filled deep
The cars are sick B, the is milky
He hard to kill G, the God is deep
The Coupe Deville leanin, pinky freezin
Creep with no ceiling, keep the chrome
Cold no feelings, rollin, dough pealin
Cruise the track, candy on the 'llac
Shoes bigger Shaq, lil' momma relax
What he on his back, is never off the rack
Todd custom, all the ladies lust him
with him, he crush them, we talkin 'bout a mack
A purebred dog, not one of them cats
to the max, Q-boro matter fact
Ice so it slice through your cataracts
Hard from the wars, he tough as a
Don't him cause he hot, God put him where he at
Fo' sho'!

Truly got the bottles on chill, the models ill
V.I.P. locked down, crackin them dollar bills
hat low, Todd Smith the rhinestones
Your chick chose him, let him bygones be
All these, amateur macks they eyeballs watery
honies over money that's how the order be
Meanwhile he gets his quarterly
Your starvin on the corner actin and disorderly
Relax in the Maybach, gettin your on
is like a couch, get your Tom Cruise on
French pedicure with the Jimmy on
He wanna see he throw somethin smooth on
The modern day Goldie, game than Kobe
Style dope than codeine, for his own team
When he up in the spot, he lookin so clean
Rubbin money in your face like cold

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