Luyện nghe bài hát We Rollin'

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

Just sit back and relax, Bentley seats in the
Lil' momma we (WE ROLLIN, WE ROLLIN)
Candy paint on the 'llac, shoes bigger Shaq
beamin we rollin (WE ROLLIN, WE ROLLIN)
Picture a scene from The Mack, me on it like that
Quick get in, we (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 hard to kill G, the God is real
The Deville leanin, pinky ring freezin
with no ceiling, keep the chrome beamin
Cold no feelings, rollin, dough pealin
Cruise the track, candy paint on the
Shoes bigger Shaq, lil' momma relax
What he wearin on his back, is never off the
Todd Smith custom, all the ladies 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 the wars, he tough as a battleaxe
hate him cause he hot, God put him where he at
Fo' sho'!

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

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