Luyện nghe bài hát We Rollin'

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This is real baby, is real
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Just sit back and relax, seats in the back
momma we rollin (WE ROLLIN, WE ROLLIN)
Candy paint on the 'llac, shoes than Shaq
Chrome beamin we (WE ROLLIN, WE ROLLIN)
a scene from The Mack, picture me on it like that
Quick get in, we (WE ROLLIN, WE ROLLIN)
I rap and I act, God could be where I'm at
Lil' momma we (WE ROLLIN, WE ROLLIN)

The P-I-M-P, the pockets are filled
The are sick B, the bars is milky
He hard to G, the God is real deep
The Coupe Deville leanin, ring freezin
Creep with no ceiling, the chrome beamin
Cold no feelings, rollin, dough pealin
Cruise the track, candy on the 'llac
Shoes bigger than Shaq, lil' momma
What he on his back, is never off the rack
Smith custom, all the ladies 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 matter
Ice so sharp it slice your cataracts
Hard 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 lookin ill
V.I.P. down, crackin them hundred dollar bills
Yankee hat low, Smith the rhinestones
Your chick him, let him bygones be bygones
All these, amateur with they eyeballs watery
Choosin honies over that's how the order be
he gets his statements quarterly
Your on the corner actin drunk and disorderly
in the Maybach, gettin your booze on
Seats is a couch, get your Tom Cruise on
French pedicure with the Jimmy on
He wanna see he throw somethin smooth on
The modern day Goldie, better than Kobe
Style dope than codeine, playin for his own
When he walk up in the spot, he lookin so
money in your face like cold cream

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