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 on the 'llac, shoes bigger than Shaq
Chrome beamin we (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
Lil' momma we (WE ROLLIN, WE ROLLIN)

The P-I-M-P, the pockets are filled
The cars are B, the bars is milky
He to kill G, the God is real deep
The Coupe Deville leanin, ring freezin
Creep no ceiling, keep the chrome beamin
with no feelings, rollin, dough pealin
Cruise the track, paint on the 'llac
Shoes than Shaq, lil' momma relax
What he wearin on his back, is off the rack
Todd Smith custom, all the lust him
They with him, he crush them, we talkin 'bout a
A dog, not one of them alley cats
to the max, Q-boro matter fact
Ice so sharp it slice through cataracts
Hard from the wars, he tough as a
Don't him cause he hot, God put him where he at
Fo' sho'!

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

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