Luyện nghe bài hát We Rollin'

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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 bigger than
beamin 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 could be I'm at
Lil' 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 no ceiling, keep the chrome beamin
Cold with no feelings, rollin, pealin
Cruise the track, candy on the 'llac
Shoes bigger than Shaq, lil' 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 'bout a mack
A purebred dog, not one of them alley
to the max, Q-boro matter fact
Ice so sharp it through your cataracts
Hard the wars, he tough as a battleaxe
hate 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, them hundred dollar bills
hat low, Todd Smith the rhinestones
Your chose him, let him bygones be bygones
All these, amateur with they eyeballs watery
honies over money that's how the order be
Meanwhile he his statements quarterly
Your on the corner actin drunk and disorderly
Relax in the Maybach, gettin your on
Seats is like a couch, get your Tom on
pedicure with the Jimmy Chu's on
He wanna see more he somethin smooth on
The modern day Goldie, better than Kobe
Style dope than codeine, playin for his own
When he walk up in the spot, he lookin so
Rubbin money in your like cold cream

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