Luyện nghe bài hát We Rollin'

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Just sit back and relax, seats in the back
Lil' we rollin (WE ROLLIN, WE ROLLIN)
Candy paint on the 'llac, bigger than Shaq
beamin we rollin (WE ROLLIN, WE ROLLIN)
Picture a from The Mack, picture 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 filled
The are sick B, the bars is milky
He hard to G, the God is real deep
The Coupe Deville leanin, ring freezin
with no ceiling, keep the chrome beamin
Cold no feelings, rollin, dough pealin
Cruise the track, candy on the 'llac
Shoes bigger than Shaq, momma relax
he wearin on his back, is never off the rack
Todd Smith custom, all the ladies him
They with him, he crush them, we 'bout a mack
A purebred dog, not one of them cats
Thorough to the max, Q-boro matter
Ice so sharp it through your cataracts
Hard from the wars, he as a battleaxe
Don't hate him cause he hot, God put him he at
Fo' sho'!

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

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