Luyện nghe bài hát White Walls

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

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

Man I'm lounging in some shit Bernie Mac would've proud of
Looking down from heaven like damn stylish
Smilin', pay attention to the mileage
Can I hit the freeway? I'm going 120
Easy in and out of the traffic
cannot catch me, I'm smashing
I'm ducking bucking them out
I'm like go fuckin tastic, I am up in a classic
Now I what it's like under the city lights
into the night, driving over the bridge
The same one we walked as kids
Knew I'd have a whippin' but never one this
Old school, old school, Candy paint, two
Yea, I'm from Seattle, There's Honda Civics
I tell you about paint either
But I really a Ducati so I put in the hours
And roll on over to the
And I found the car, junior, with this geezer
Got the keys in and as I was leaving I started

I got that off-black Cadillac, midnight
Got that gas pedal, back, taking my time
I'm blowin' that roof off, in sky
I shine, the city never so bright

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

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

Got that Cadillac, midnight drive
Got that gas pedal, leaning back, my time
I'm blowin' that off, letting in sky
I shine, the city never so bright