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
Lil' momma we (WE ROLLIN, WE ROLLIN)
Candy paint on the 'llac, shoes bigger Shaq
Chrome we rollin (WE ROLLIN, WE ROLLIN)
Picture a scene The Mack, picture me on it like that
Quick get in, we (WE ROLLIN, WE ROLLIN)
Yeah I rap and I act, God could be I'm at
Lil' momma we (WE ROLLIN, WE ROLLIN)

The P-I-M-P, the pockets are deep
The cars are B, the bars is milky
He hard to kill G, the God is real
The Deville leanin, pinky ring freezin
Creep with no ceiling, keep the beamin
Cold no feelings, rollin, dough pealin
Cruise the track, paint on the 'llac
Shoes bigger than Shaq, lil' relax
What he on his back, is never off the rack
Todd custom, all the ladies lust him
They with him, he them, we talkin 'bout a mack
A purebred dog, not one of them alley
Thorough to the max, Q-boro matter
Ice so sharp it through your cataracts
Hard from the wars, he tough as a
Don't hate him he hot, God put him where he at
Fo' sho'!

Truly got the bottles on chill, the models ill
V.I.P. locked down, crackin them hundred dollar
Yankee hat low, Todd the rhinestones
Your chick him, let him bygones be bygones
All these, amateur macks with they watery
Choosin honies over that's how the order be
he gets his statements quarterly
Your starvin on the corner actin drunk and
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 more he throw smooth on
The modern day Goldie, game than Kobe
Style dope than codeine, playin for his own
he walk up in the spot, he lookin so clean
Rubbin money in your face like cream

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