Luyện nghe bài hát We Rollin'

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This is real baby, is real
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Just sit back and relax, seats 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)
a scene from The Mack, picture me on it like that
Quick get in, we (WE ROLLIN, WE ROLLIN)
I rap and I act, God could be where I'm at
Lil' momma we (WE ROLLIN, WE ROLLIN)

The P-I-M-P, the pockets are filled
The cars are sick B, the bars is
He to kill G, the God is real deep
The Coupe Deville leanin, ring freezin
Creep with no ceiling, keep the beamin
Cold no feelings, rollin, dough pealin
the track, candy 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 lust him
They with him, he crush them, we talkin 'bout a
A purebred dog, not one of them cats
Thorough to the max, matter fact
Ice so sharp it slice your cataracts
Hard from the wars, he tough as a
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 dollar bills
Yankee hat low, Todd the rhinestones
chick chose him, let him bygones be bygones
All these, amateur macks they eyeballs watery
Choosin over money that's how the order be
he gets his statements quarterly
Your starvin on the corner drunk and disorderly
in the Maybach, gettin your booze on
Seats is a couch, get your Tom Cruise on
French pedicure with the Jimmy on
He wanna see more he throw smooth on
The modern day Goldie, game better Kobe
Style than codeine, playin for his own team
he walk up in the spot, he lookin so clean
Rubbin money in your face cold cream

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