Luyện nghe bài hát Chevy Smile

Pull out the Chevrolets
(Well if dey pull 'em out, what years dey need to pull out Trick?)
Pull out da 71's, 72's, nigga
(Ha, Ha, tell em who ya is shawty)
Don Dadda, Donk
(See what did, I said, imma go and get me a ill nigga who kno muthafuckin chevys, inside and out, from the muthafuckin digi-dash to da muthafuckin pipes)
You believe it
(You know who it is, Trick Daddy, Joc, Lets Go)

I like the way, the grill on my smile(The grill on my chevrolet smile)
I the way, the rims on my Chevy go round(The rims on my Chevy go round)
I the way, the top on my Chevy go down(The top on my Chevy go down)
I the way, the Chevy make the girls go wild(The Chevy make the girls go wild)

(Yung Joc)
64 Chevrolet Ssm, 24 dead fresh pimp
You think Im ridin peanut butter, naw thats chocolate
I the way da paint drip, love the way da paint flip
Got the antique step, lamp
415 Beatin wit the 2 stolen
Either way wit the butterfly, doors on suicide, 5 percent keep dem hoes guessin who inside
Now da neighbor's mad cus my down low
Now da mad cus dey freaks down low
Yeah da color scheme dese new Gucci loafers
Plastic on da seats my grandma's sofa.

I the way, the grill on my Chevrolet smile(The grill on my chevrolet smile)
I like the way, the rims on my Chevy go round(The on my Chevy go round)
I Like the way, the top on my go down(The top on my Chevy go down)
I like the way, the Chevy make the girls go wild(The make the girls go wild)

(Trick Daddy)
I got da work to match da top, fresh out da supermart
i go dey follow da car show
Yo, I hit a right, dey hit a
I hit da gas and leave dey ass bout 4 or 5
Gettin followed by dese bougie broads, because dey da car
Dey dig my swag, too bad bitch, dis aint for
Dis for dem bottom bitches, all da dolla bitches
Independent, but love fuckin wit niggas
Dis for my thug nuggas, rich drug dealin
My trap wit big walls and fast cars
Donk ridin, trunk poundin, Glass-housing, now some real down south shit

I the way, the grill on my Chevrolet smile(The grill on my chevrolet smile)
I like the way, the on my Chevy go round(The rims on my Chevy go round)
I the way, the top on my Chevy go down(The top on my Chevy go down)
I like the way, the make the girls go wild(The Chevy make the girls go wild)

(Yung Joc)
Da on my Chevy like tv juggins
Smile so bright, you can see me
Say you wanna race, we can run it
Say you got a hemi, my out run it
I hope you got navigation cus pimpin you
Police think you smokin good, thats just my
Betta get some and let cha shit cool off
Minks on my flo' bitch, take ya off
my Chevy like a lac, dont slam my doors
Im like a mac, backseat full of ho's
I got a cush pack, we gon blow this whole
Mattafact let'cha back, and ride out slow

I like the way, the grill on my Chevrolet smile(The grill on my smile)
I like the way, the rims on my Chevy go round(The on my Chevy go round)
I the way, the top on my Chevy go down(The top on my Chevy go down)
I like the way, the make the girls go wild(The Chevy make the girls go wild)

Come Chill Wit Me, If U See What Im Ridin On
I Might Take U Home, I Might Even Take U Home

In My Chevy...
(What'chu Ridin On ?)
(What'chu On ?) Dueces
(What'chu On ?) Tres
(What'chu Ridin On ?)
(What'chu Ridin On ?)
(What'chu On ?) Eights
(What'chu Ridin On ?)
To What I Say
(What'chu On ?) Dubs
(What'chu Ridin On ?)
(What'chu On ?) Tres
(What'chu Ridin On ?)
(What'chu Ridin On ?)
(What'chu Ridin On ?)
(What'chu On ?) U Can Call Me A Chevy-Weight!