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, shoes than Shaq
Chrome 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
Lil' we rollin (WE ROLLIN, WE ROLLIN)

The P-I-M-P, the are filled deep
The are sick B, the bars is milky
He hard to kill G, the God is real
The Coupe Deville leanin, pinky ring
with no ceiling, keep the chrome beamin
Cold with no feelings, rollin, pealin
Cruise the track, candy paint on the
bigger than Shaq, lil' momma relax
What he wearin on his back, is never off the
Todd Smith custom, all the lust him
They with him, he crush them, we talkin 'bout a
A purebred dog, not one of alley cats
Thorough to the max, Q-boro matter
Ice so sharp it slice through cataracts
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. down, crackin them hundred dollar bills
Yankee hat low, Todd Smith the
Your chose him, let him bygones be bygones
All these, amateur macks with eyeballs watery
honies over money that's how the order be
Meanwhile he gets his quarterly
Your starvin on the corner actin drunk and
Relax in the Maybach, gettin your on
Seats is a couch, get your Tom Cruise on
pedicure with the Jimmy Chu's on
He wanna see more he throw smooth on
The day Goldie, game better than Kobe
Style than codeine, playin for his own team
he walk up in the spot, he lookin so clean
Rubbin money in your face like cold

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