Luyện nghe bài hát We Rollin'

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

Just sit back and relax, Bentley in the back
Lil' we rollin (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
get in, we rollin (WE ROLLIN, WE ROLLIN)
Yeah I rap and I act, God could be I'm at
momma we rollin (WE ROLLIN, WE ROLLIN)

The P-I-M-P, the are filled deep
The are sick B, the bars is milky
He hard to kill G, the God is deep
The Coupe Deville leanin, pinky freezin
Creep no ceiling, keep the chrome beamin
Cold no feelings, rollin, dough pealin
Cruise the track, paint on the 'llac
Shoes bigger than Shaq, momma relax
he wearin on his back, is never off the rack
Todd Smith custom, all the lust him
They with him, he them, we talkin 'bout a mack
A purebred dog, not one of alley cats
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 lookin ill
V.I.P. locked down, crackin them hundred bills
Yankee hat low, Smith the rhinestones
chick chose him, let him bygones be bygones
All these, amateur with they eyeballs watery
honies over money that's how the order be
Meanwhile he gets his statements
Your on the corner actin drunk and disorderly
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 somethin on
The modern day Goldie, game than Kobe
Style dope than codeine, playin for his own
When he walk up in the spot, he so clean
Rubbin money in your like cold cream

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