Luyện nghe bài hát We Rollin'

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

Just sit back and relax, Bentley in the back
Lil' momma we (WE ROLLIN, WE ROLLIN)
Candy paint on the 'llac, shoes bigger than
Chrome beamin we (WE ROLLIN, WE ROLLIN)
Picture a scene from The Mack, me on it like that
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 B, the bars is milky
He hard to kill G, the God is real
The Coupe leanin, pinky ring freezin
Creep with no ceiling, the chrome beamin
Cold with no feelings, rollin, dough
the track, candy paint on the 'llac
Shoes bigger than Shaq, momma relax
What he wearin on his back, is off the rack
Todd Smith custom, all the lust him
They with him, he crush them, we 'bout a mack
A dog, not one of them alley cats
Thorough to the max, matter fact
Ice so sharp it through your cataracts
Hard from the wars, he as a battleaxe
hate him cause he hot, God put him where he at
Fo' sho'!

Truly got the bottles on chill, the lookin ill
V.I.P. locked down, crackin them hundred bills
Yankee hat low, Todd the rhinestones
Your chick him, let him bygones be bygones
All these, macks with they eyeballs watery
honies over money that's how the order be
Meanwhile he gets his statements
Your starvin on the corner drunk 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 more he throw somethin on
The modern day Goldie, game better Kobe
Style dope than codeine, for his own team
he walk up in the spot, he lookin so clean
Rubbin money in your face like cold

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