Luyện nghe bài hát We Rollin'

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

Just sit back and relax, Bentley in the back
Lil' momma we (WE ROLLIN, WE ROLLIN)
paint on the 'llac, shoes bigger than Shaq
Chrome we rollin (WE ROLLIN, WE ROLLIN)
Picture a scene The Mack, picture me on it like that
Quick get in, we (WE ROLLIN, WE ROLLIN)
Yeah I rap and I act, God could be I'm at
Lil' momma we (WE ROLLIN, WE ROLLIN)

The P-I-M-P, the pockets are deep
The cars are sick B, the is milky
He hard to kill G, the God is real
The Deville leanin, pinky ring freezin
Creep with no ceiling, keep the chrome
Cold no feelings, rollin, dough pealin
Cruise the track, candy on the 'llac
Shoes bigger than Shaq, lil' relax
he wearin on his back, is never off the rack
Todd Smith custom, all the ladies him
with him, he crush them, we talkin 'bout a mack
A dog, not one of them alley cats
Thorough to the max, matter fact
Ice so it slice through your cataracts
Hard from the wars, he tough as a
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, crackin hundred dollar bills
Yankee hat low, Todd the rhinestones
Your chick chose him, let him bygones be
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 drunk and disorderly
Relax in the Maybach, gettin booze on
is like a couch, get your Tom Cruise on
French pedicure with the Chu's on
He wanna see more he throw smooth on
The modern day Goldie, game than 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 cream

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