Luyện nghe bài hát We Rollin'

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

Just sit and relax, Bentley seats in the back
Lil' momma we (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
get in, we rollin (WE ROLLIN, WE ROLLIN)
Yeah I rap and I act, God be where I'm at
Lil' momma we (WE ROLLIN, WE ROLLIN)

The P-I-M-P, the pockets are filled
The cars are sick B, the is milky
He hard to kill G, the God is deep
The Coupe Deville leanin, ring freezin
Creep with no ceiling, keep the chrome
Cold with no feelings, rollin, dough
Cruise the track, candy on the 'llac
Shoes bigger Shaq, lil' momma relax
he wearin on his back, is never off the rack
Todd Smith custom, all the lust him
They with him, he them, we talkin 'bout a mack
A purebred dog, not one of them cats
Thorough to the max, Q-boro fact
Ice so sharp it slice through your
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 models ill
V.I.P. locked down, crackin them dollar bills
Yankee hat low, Todd the rhinestones
Your chose him, let him bygones be bygones
All these, macks with they eyeballs watery
Choosin honies over money that's how the be
Meanwhile he gets his statements
Your starvin on the corner actin and disorderly
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 somethin smooth on
The modern day Goldie, game better than
Style dope than codeine, playin for his own
When he up in the spot, he lookin so clean
Rubbin money in your face cold cream

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