Luyện nghe bài hát White Walls

1]
I wanna be free, I wanna live
Inside my Cadillac, that is my
And I throw it up (I throw up)
That's what it is (that's it is)
In my C A D I L L A C (biatch)
see me through my tint (nah ah)
I'm riding slow (slow motion)
In my paint wet shining like my 24's (umbrella)
I ain't got (no oh)
But I'm on Vogues
That's those big walls, round them hundred spokes
Old school like old English in that brown bag
I'm rolling in same whip that my granddad had
Hello haters, damn mad
30k on the Caddy, now how rap is that? (oh)

Hollis]
I Got that off-black Cadillac, drive
Got that gas pedal, leaning back, my time
I'm rolling out, off, letting in sky
I shine, the city looked so bright (bright bright)

2]
Man I'm lounging in some sh*t Bernie Mac would've proud of
Looking down from like damn that's stylish
Smilin', don't pay attention to the
Can I hit the freeway? I'm legally 120
weaving in and out of the traffic
They catch me, I'm smashing
I'm bucking them out here
I'm lookin' fantastic, I am up in a classic
Now I know what it's like the city lights
Riding into the night, over the bridge
The one we walked across as kids
Knew I'd have a whip but never one like
Old school, old school, paint, two seater
Yea, I'm from Seattle, there's hella Civics
I couldn't tell you about paint
But I really wanted a Caddy so I put in the
And roll on over to the
And I found the car I dreamed of, got a problem with geezer?
Got the in and as I was leaving I started screaming

[Hook:
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 never looked so bright

[Verse 3: Q]
Backwoods and
White hoes in the backseat coke
She doing after line like she's writing rhymes
I had it my love, tryna blow my mind
pimpin', my uncle was on
14, I stole his keys, me and my n*ggas was
Stealin' portions of his liquor, in the Patron
Rather smiling like I won the f*cking lottery
(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, f*ckin' like we
Tryna f*ck em all, kill the wimps
See what's poppin' at the mall, a bad b*tch
Slap her booty my palms
You can smoke the pussy, I was tearing the walls
I'm awe,some
Swear these tryna hypnotize
Grip the leather steering wheel while I grip the
See the lust stuck up in her
Maybe she the ride or did she like the smoke?
does she want it low?
This sh*t a de Ville so you'll never know
So we cool with n*ggas, my n*gga the limit
Got a window tinted for gangstas in it
off when the gas is finished, Q

[Hook:
Cadillac, midnight drive
Got gas pedal, leaning back, taking my time
I'm rolling out, off, letting in sky
I shine, the city never so bright

I Got off-black Cadillac, midnight drive
Got that gas pedal, leaning back, my time
I'm rolling out, off, letting in sky
I shine, the never looked so bright