Luyện nghe bài hát Chrome & Paint

Ya, ya,
afternoon, baby
Pull it out, whip it out, it out
it out, drop it out
You
Let 'em

I got and paint
Nigga, what you thank, I got chrome and
Bitch, what you drank, I got chrome and
Smokin' that in my chrome and paint

(Street lights)
Dance on
(Street lights)
on chrome
(Street lights)
Get a home
You can die in these streets all

I am the wrong nigga, too grown nigga
To go for that nigga, I ain't 'cha hoe
I got, a hair trigger, I am the splitter
The sea sniper, you got the wrong niggaz

Retire like Jigga, here the Attila the Hun
Killin' niggaz for fun, rappers is done
The bigger they come, the harder they
I burn the sun, continue to ball

He's got and plus the don touch
And split the fine dutch, star sky hutch
He's laid, with some sluts, up in guts
Just back in the cut, he he's king tut

Can't this nigga up, 'cause just, the nigga luck
That niggaz, really love him and the city up
Uhh, even though I'm fuckin' with the
nigga know how I act in the low-low

I got and paint
Nigga, what you thank, I got and paint?
Bitch, what you drank, I got chrome and
Smokin' that dank in my chrome and

(Street lights)
on paint
(Street lights)
Dance on
(Street lights)
Get a home
You can die in these streets all

I'm like grits, die befo' I snitch
Off my ass khakis sag like tits bitch
Under the suede, headliner and I ain't yo
Play with my on yo' ass they'll be layin' flowers

I put a hole in your brain with these hollow hot
Hittin' the switch, makin' the fo'
up imperial in dickier material
All in your peripheral, shells at your vehicle

Clipped up, pimped up, big up
Stacy Adams tips spiffied up, golf hat up
I blow yo' ass off the map, fuck dub
I'll have yo' ass rollin' home with windshield glass on lap

Fuck rap, I'm wearin' a tee, eatin' ribs
Laughin' at you on MTV Cribs
I got the chrome thang, thang to make the stank
Hood life forever bitch, and paint, c'mon

I got and paint
Nigga, what you thank, I got and paint?
Bitch, what you drank, I got and paint?
Smokin' that dank in my chrome and

(Street lights)
on paint
(Street lights)
Dance on
(Street lights)
Get a home
You can die in streets all alone

(Street lights, lights)
Even though I'm fuckin' with the
Them know how I act in the low-low
Slow mo', nigga check out my
You mo' can't fuck with my mojo

I got chrome and
Nigga, you thank, I got chrome and paint?
Bitch, what you drank, I got chrome and
Smokin' that dank in my and paint

(Street lights)
on paint
(Street lights)
Dance on
(Street lights)
Get a home
You can die in streets all alone
(Street lights)