Luyện nghe bài hát We Rollin'

Ha ha ha!
This is baby, this 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 than Shaq
beamin we rollin (WE ROLLIN, WE ROLLIN)
Picture a scene from The Mack, me on it like that
get in, we rollin (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 cars are B, the bars is milky
He hard to kill G, the God is real
The Coupe Deville leanin, pinky ring
Creep no ceiling, keep the chrome beamin
with no feelings, rollin, dough pealin
Cruise the track, paint on the 'llac
Shoes bigger Shaq, lil' momma relax
What he wearin on his back, is never off the
Todd custom, all the ladies lust him
They with him, he them, we talkin 'bout a mack
A purebred dog, not one of them cats
to the max, Q-boro matter fact
Ice so sharp it slice through your
from the wars, he tough as a battleaxe
Don't hate him 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 chick chose him, let him be bygones
All these, macks with they eyeballs watery
Choosin honies money that's how the order be
he gets his statements quarterly
Your starvin on the corner actin drunk and
Relax in the Maybach, your booze on
Seats is like a couch, get Tom Cruise on
pedicure with the Jimmy Chu's on
He wanna see more he throw smooth on
The modern day Goldie, 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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