Luyện nghe bài hát We Rollin'

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Just sit and relax, Bentley seats in the back
Lil' we rollin (WE ROLLIN, WE ROLLIN)
Candy paint on the 'llac, shoes bigger than
Chrome we rollin (WE ROLLIN, WE ROLLIN)
Picture a scene from The Mack, picture me on it like
Quick get in, we (WE ROLLIN, WE ROLLIN)
Yeah I rap and I act, God could be I'm at
momma we rollin (WE ROLLIN, WE ROLLIN)

The P-I-M-P, the pockets are filled
The cars are B, the bars is milky
He hard to G, the God is real deep
The Coupe leanin, pinky ring freezin
Creep with no ceiling, keep the beamin
Cold with no feelings, rollin, pealin
Cruise the track, paint on the 'llac
Shoes bigger than Shaq, lil' relax
What he on his back, is never off the rack
Smith custom, all the ladies lust him
They with him, he crush them, we 'bout a mack
A purebred dog, not one of alley cats
to the max, Q-boro matter fact
Ice so sharp it slice through your
Hard from the wars, he tough as a
Don't hate him cause he hot, God put him 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
Your chick chose him, let him be bygones
All these, amateur macks they eyeballs watery
Choosin honies money that's how the order be
Meanwhile he gets his quarterly
starvin on the corner actin drunk and disorderly
Relax in the Maybach, your booze on
is like a couch, get your Tom Cruise on
French pedicure with the Jimmy on
He wanna see more he throw smooth on
The day Goldie, game better than Kobe
Style than codeine, playin for his own team
When he up in the spot, he lookin so clean
Rubbin money in your like cold cream

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