Luyện nghe bài hát We Rollin'

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This is real baby, is real
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Just sit and relax, Bentley seats in the back
momma we rollin (WE ROLLIN, WE ROLLIN)
Candy paint on the 'llac, shoes bigger than
Chrome we rollin (WE ROLLIN, WE ROLLIN)
Picture a scene from The Mack, picture me on it like
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 sick B, the is milky
He to kill G, the God is real deep
The Coupe Deville leanin, ring freezin
Creep with no ceiling, keep the chrome
Cold no feelings, rollin, dough pealin
Cruise the track, candy paint on the
Shoes bigger than Shaq, momma relax
What he wearin on his back, is never off the
Smith custom, all the ladies lust him
They with him, he crush them, we talkin a mack
A purebred dog, not one of them cats
Thorough to the max, matter fact
Ice so sharp it slice your cataracts
Hard from the wars, he as a battleaxe
Don't hate him he hot, God put him where he at
Fo' sho'!

Truly got the on chill, the models lookin ill
V.I.P. locked down, them hundred dollar bills
Yankee hat low, Todd the rhinestones
Your chick him, let him bygones be bygones
All these, macks with they eyeballs watery
Choosin honies over money that's how the be
Meanwhile he his statements quarterly
Your starvin on the corner actin and disorderly
Relax in the Maybach, gettin your on
Seats is a couch, get your Tom Cruise on
French pedicure with the Chu's on
He wanna see more he somethin smooth on
The modern day Goldie, game better than
Style dope codeine, playin for his own team
When he walk up in the spot, he so clean
Rubbin money in face like cold cream

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