Luyện nghe bài hát Cadillac On 22's

It's gon' be though (ohh)
This for you, yeah!
on 22s...
Pimp my voice and mack beats..
Pray to the to the for these Mississippi streets

[Chorus - 2x]
on 22s
I did nothing in my life but stayed true
my voice and mack these beats and
Pray to the Lord for Mississippi streets, hey!

God I that we pimp
God I know that we
God I know why she talk Moet all of my songs
I know these kids are
I know I'm for a mission
But so hard to get 'em wit 22 rims all glisten
I these balls are talking
Lord I wanna do
I to fight but these demons they comp at me at night
my momma, my daddy, my girl and all my boys
I lost Rachelle but I I still got the whining Roy
My sweet, momma lay that Jason
Lord I'm praying for swacking my heart is still
'em off them drugs, far away from thugs
He's still my hero but a shell bed or what it was
Yeah smoking get a buzz, but God I hear ya
And wrong wit balling
But my soul is just steadily
And the sex and the dead, and the other
God I'm my mail but will I end up in hell?

Lord they hung Jones
Lord they hung Reynold
I wanna fight back but I'm just so sick of bouncing
Lord I'm sick of jumping, just please tell me something
My folks dumping my music, bumping but I feel nothing
My heart is steadily
My heart is steadily
I feel like I'm faking, man
I'm so sick of
Maybe hell ain't a place meant for us to
Maybe is telling just a place for us to learn
Bout yo love, yo and grace
Sometimes I wish I wasn't born in the place
this first base, God knocked the ball up out the park
So we can come home this world right is feeling so dark
Feeling so cold, I'm feeling so old
I dunno if I can take this world here no more
22 rims on the 'Lac
I guess was yo footprint in the sand carrying us on yo back

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