Luyện nghe bài hát We Rollin'

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

Just sit back and relax, Bentley seats in the
Lil' we rollin (WE ROLLIN, WE ROLLIN)
Candy on the 'llac, shoes 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 deep
The cars are sick B, the bars is
He hard to kill G, the God is real
The Coupe Deville leanin, pinky freezin
Creep no ceiling, keep the chrome beamin
with no feelings, rollin, dough pealin
Cruise the track, candy paint on the
Shoes than Shaq, lil' momma relax
What he on his back, is never off the rack
Todd Smith custom, all the lust him
They with him, he crush them, we talkin a mack
A dog, not one of them alley cats
Thorough to the max, matter fact
Ice so sharp it slice through cataracts
from the wars, he tough 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 hundred dollar
Yankee hat low, Smith the rhinestones
Your chose him, let him bygones be bygones
All these, amateur macks with they eyeballs
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, your booze on
Seats is like a couch, get your Tom on
French pedicure the Jimmy Chu's on
He wanna see more he throw smooth on
The modern day Goldie, game better Kobe
Style dope than codeine, for his own team
When he walk up in the spot, he so clean
Rubbin money in your like cold cream

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