Luyện nghe bài hát We Rollin'

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

Just sit back and relax, seats in the back
Lil' we rollin (WE ROLLIN, WE ROLLIN)
Candy paint on the 'llac, shoes bigger Shaq
Chrome beamin we (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
momma we rollin (WE ROLLIN, WE ROLLIN)

The P-I-M-P, the pockets are deep
The cars are B, the bars is milky
He to kill G, the God is real deep
The Coupe Deville leanin, ring freezin
Creep with no ceiling, keep the beamin
with no feelings, rollin, dough pealin
Cruise the track, paint on the 'llac
Shoes bigger Shaq, lil' momma relax
he wearin on his back, is never off the rack
Todd Smith custom, all the ladies him
They with him, he them, we talkin 'bout a mack
A purebred dog, not one of alley cats
Thorough to the max, matter fact
Ice so sharp it slice through cataracts
Hard the wars, he tough as a battleaxe
Don't 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 hundred dollar bills
Yankee hat low, Todd the rhinestones
Your chick chose him, let him be bygones
All these, macks with they eyeballs watery
Choosin honies money that's how the order be
Meanwhile he his statements quarterly
Your starvin on the corner actin drunk and
Relax in the Maybach, your booze on
Seats is like a couch, get your Tom on
French pedicure with the Chu's on
He see more he throw somethin smooth on
The modern day Goldie, better than Kobe
dope than codeine, playin for his own team
When he walk up in the spot, he so clean
Rubbin in your face like cold cream

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