Luyện nghe bài hát We Rollin'

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

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

The P-I-M-P, the pockets are deep
The are sick B, the bars is milky
He to kill G, the God is real deep
The Coupe Deville leanin, pinky freezin
Creep with no ceiling, keep the beamin
Cold no feelings, rollin, dough pealin
Cruise the track, candy paint on the
Shoes bigger than Shaq, lil' relax
he wearin on his back, is never off the rack
Todd Smith custom, all the ladies him
They him, he crush them, we talkin 'bout a mack
A purebred dog, not one of alley cats
to the max, Q-boro matter fact
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. locked down, crackin hundred dollar bills
hat low, Todd Smith the rhinestones
Your chose him, let him bygones be bygones
All these, macks with they eyeballs watery
Choosin honies money that's how the order be
Meanwhile he gets his statements
starvin on the corner actin drunk and disorderly
Relax in the Maybach, gettin your on
is like a couch, get your Tom Cruise on
French pedicure with the Jimmy on
He wanna see more he somethin smooth on
The modern day Goldie, game better than
dope than codeine, playin for his own team
When he up in the spot, he lookin so clean
Rubbin money in your like cold cream

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