Luyện nghe bài hát Cutlass

My be drippin wet I'm clean as Clorox
And you can hear my beat for like 3 or 4
And when I hit the all the girls gone be jockin my Cutlass Cutlass (x2)
1st (E-40)
The reason my bald headed convertible top
What use use a old school if it a drop
I got a zap of and a 5th of Ciroc
Teflon burner don't get molly wooped
She likin on me She lovin she see
A big with style S.W.A.G.
since a child had G.A.M.E.
Backwards ass bet not fuck with me
Electric dash electric glass everything
carberated dual exhaust camillion bugger green
Fresh back the car wash
Fresh from a bathe
When the sun hits my paint it a different shade
I aint got time to be bullshittin I got money on my
I've been gettin bread since I out the placenta
Sevas in the summer time in the winter
Side wood light skin big tender

My be drippin wet I'm clean as Clorox
And you can hear my beat for 3 or 4 blocks
And when I hit the corner all the girls gone be my Cutlass Cutlass (x2)
2nd (B-Legit)
I keep them bands on
My on a jet
Some up on the block
In a duce drop
I when I copped back in '88
I sat em on straights
the trunk with fosgates
And since I'm movin
You know I counldn't
Brought that out the crate
Then I taught it how to
We turnin eights
Half and cakes
We em on a chase
We aint tryin to the case
Bitches know I'm fly got vocal tone
And when see me they be askin what I'm smokin on
I tell em cookies bitch you I got that provolone
And you can me on the under on my Iphone
You see me insides you I keeps em stocked
And when I leave the block stop and watch
You never you might catch a sideshow
I lay that back down And I drive slow

My paint be drippin wet I'm as Clorox
And you can hear my for like 3 or 4 blocks
And when I hit the corner all the gone be jockin my Cutlass Cutlass (x2)
3rd (Richie Rich)
Bitch this aint my
This my seven
Tv deg w sevens press that big ole
Matter fact I got a pair of those for that means 2
My is clean as fuck but when I brought it it was through
I it off the frame
Bitch this not a
Got motor new suspension new everythang
Candy orange guts cocaine
Rims hella see my face and my chain
New on it
22s
And I would that bitch at home if I was you homie
Cause I'ma swing it
And to the trap
Off Patron and a with the zap on my lap
Change my flow up Fasho but never the dough up
In the city prices go down but never go up
Niggas see the Cutlass and know it's the Double
Flossin on ass know you know you in trouble

My paint be drippin wet I'm clean as
And you can hear my for like 3 or 4 blocks
And when I hit the corner all the girls be jockin my Cutlass Cutlass (x2)