Luyện nghe bài hát White Walls

I be free, I wanna just live
my Cadillac, That is my shit
And I throw it up (I 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 paint wet shorty like my 24's (Umbrella)
I ain't got (No oh)
But I'm on Vogues
That's those big white walls, round them spokes
Old school like old English in that paper bag
I'm rolling in that same that my granddad had
Hello haters, Damn mad
30k on the Caddy, now how backpack rap is

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

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

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

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

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

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