Luyện nghe bài hát We Rollin'

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

Just sit and relax, Bentley seats in the back
Lil' momma we (WE ROLLIN, WE ROLLIN)
Candy paint on the 'llac, bigger than Shaq
Chrome we rollin (WE ROLLIN, WE ROLLIN)
Picture a scene from The Mack, picture me on it that
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 filled
The are sick B, the bars is milky
He hard to kill G, the God is deep
The Coupe Deville leanin, pinky freezin
Creep with no ceiling, keep the chrome
Cold no feelings, rollin, dough pealin
the track, candy paint on the 'llac
Shoes bigger than Shaq, lil' relax
What he wearin on his back, is off the rack
Todd Smith custom, all the ladies him
They with him, he them, we talkin 'bout a mack
A dog, not one of them alley cats
Thorough to the max, Q-boro fact
Ice so sharp it slice 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 lookin ill
V.I.P. locked down, them hundred dollar bills
Yankee hat low, Todd the rhinestones
Your chose him, let him bygones be bygones
All these, amateur macks they eyeballs watery
Choosin honies over money how the order be
Meanwhile he gets his statements
Your starvin on the corner actin drunk and
Relax in the Maybach, gettin 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 modern day Goldie, better than Kobe
dope than codeine, playin for his own team
When he walk up in the spot, he lookin so
Rubbin money in your like cold cream

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