Luyện nghe bài hát White Walls

1]
I wanna be free, I wanna live
Inside my Cadillac, is my sh*t
And I throw it up (I throw up)
what 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 drippin' shining like my (umbrella)
I ain't got (no oh)
But I'm on those
That's those big white walls, them hundred spokes
Old school like old in that brown paper bag
I'm rolling in that same whip that my had
haters, damn y'all mad
30k on the Caddy, now how backpack rap is (oh)

[Hook:
I Got that off-black Cadillac, drive
Got gas pedal, leaning back, taking my time
I'm out, roof off, letting in sky
I shine, the city never so bright (bright bright)

2]
Man I'm lounging in some sh*t Bernie Mac would've proud of
down from heaven like damn that's stylish
Smilin', don't pay to the mileage
Can I hit the freeway? I'm legally 120
weaving in and out of the traffic
They can't me, I'm smashing
I'm bucking them out here
I'm f*ckin' fantastic, I am up in a classic
Now I know what like under the city lights
Riding into the night, over the bridge
The same one we across as kids
Knew I'd have a whip but never one like
Old school, old school, candy paint, two
Yea, I'm from Seattle, hella Honda Civics
I couldn't you about paint either
But I really a Caddy so I put in the hours
And on over to the dealer
And I the car I dreamed of, got a problem with this geezer?
Got the keys in and as I was leaving I started

Hollis]
I Got that Cadillac, midnight drive
Got that gas pedal, leaning back, my time
I'm rolling out, roof off, in sky
I shine, the city never looked so

3: Schoolboy Q]
Backwoods and
White hoes in the backseat coke
She doing line line like she's writing rhymes
I had it hella my love, tryna blow my
pimpin', my uncle was on
14, I stole his keys, me and my was gone
Stealin' of his liquor, water in the Patron
Rather smiling like I won the f*cking homes
(F*ckin' homes)
Tires the spokes on it in the 4-2
Mustard and mayonnaise, the buns on 'em
My hanging out the window
Young as whoosh, like we ball
Tryna f*ck em all, the f*ckin' wimps
See what's poppin' at the mall, meet a bad
Slap her booty my palms
You can smoke the pussy, I was tearing the walls
I'm awe,some
Swear eyes tryna hypnotize
Grip the leather steering while I grip the thighs
See the lust stuck up in her
Maybe she the ride or did she like the smoke?
Girl does she it low?
This a Coupe de Ville so you'll never know
So we cool with n*ggas, my n*gga the limit
Got a window for showing gangstas in it
Slice off the gas is finished, Q

Hollis]
Off-black Cadillac, midnight
Got that gas pedal, back, taking my time
I'm rolling out, roof off, in sky
I shine, the city never looked so

I Got that off-black Cadillac, midnight
Got that gas pedal, back, taking my time
I'm rolling out, roof off, in sky
I shine, the city never so bright