Luyện nghe bài hát White Walls

I be free, I wanna just live
my Cadillac, That is my shit
And I it up (I throw that up)
That's it is (That's what it is)
In my C A D I L L A C (biatch)
Can't see me through my (Nah ah)
I'm riding real (slow motion)
In my wet drippin shorty like my 24's (Umbrella)
I got 24's (No oh)
But I'm on Vogues
That's those big white walls, round them hundred
Old school like old English in brown paper bag
I'm rolling in that whip that my granddad had
Hello haters, Damn mad
30k on the Caddy, now how rap is that?

I Got that off-black Cadillac, drive
Got that gas pedal, leaning back, taking my
I'm that roof off, letting in sky
I shine, the city never so bright

Man I'm lounging in some shit Mac would've been proud of
down from heaven like damn that's stylish
Smilin', don't pay attention to the
Can I hit the I'm legally going 120
weaving in and out of the traffic
They cannot me, I'm smashing
I'm ducking bucking them out
I'm go fuckin their tastic, I am up in a classic
Now I know what it's like the city lights
Riding into the night, over the bridge
The same one we walked across as
Knew I'd have a whippin' but one like this
Old school, old school, Candy paint, two
Yea, I'm from Seattle, There's hella Honda
I couldn't tell you about either
But I want a Ducati so I put in the hours
And roll on to the dealer
And I found the car, junior, with this geezer
Got the keys in and as I was leaving I screaming

I got off-black Cadillac, midnight drive
Got gas pedal, leaning back, taking my time
I'm blowin' that roof off, in sky
I shine, the city looked so bright

and dope
White hoes in the backseat snorting
She doing line after line like writing rhymes
I had it hella my love, tryna her mind
pimpin', my uncle was on
14 years out so excuse me and my was gone
portions of his liquor, water in the Patron
Rather smiling I won the fucking lottery homes
(Fuckin' homes)
Tires with the on it in the 4-2
Most of the mayonnaise, the buns on 'em
My hanging out the window
Young as whoosh, fuckin like we
fuck em all, kill the fuckin wimps
See poppin' at the mall, meet a bad bitch
Slap her booty with my palms, you can smoke the pussy, I was tearing down the
I'm off
Son, swear these tryna hypnotize
Grip the leather steering wheel I grip the thighs
See the lust stuck up in her eyes, maybe she the ride or did she like the smoke?
Or does she want it low? This shit a de Ville so you'll never know
So we cool with niggas, my fuck the limit
Got a window tinted for showing in it
off when the gas is finished, Q

Off-black Cadillac, midnight
Got that gas pedal, leaning back, taking my
I'm that roof off, letting in sky
I shine, the city looked so bright

Got that off-black Cadillac, drive
Got that gas pedal, back, taking my time
I'm blowin' that off, letting in sky
I shine, the city looked so bright