Luyện nghe bài hát My Cadillac

While riding in my
What to my

Young Shawty I'm the pimp, so you know my cold
Step out my house, pink on my toes
Brush all my teeth 'cause my grill gold
Tryna hit tha club they all close
Hop in the Lac, Fleet wood eight
Twenty inch G's with tha triple gold
Creep in the with my pockets on swole
Limp across tha flo like both of my legs

to the bar to get me some cold
Got a glass of Thunderbird 'cause I can't in mode
Put down my glass and hit tha flo
Don't get mad at me boy what you my hands for
If I want it I'm a get it ya know how my go
I at his belly I'm pullin' ya main woe
I'm chargin' for game, I'm givin' you lames yo

Gotta line these girls up in a soul row
I hit tha V.I.P. just to get my blown
Do I see Mista G he got fire dro
All tha in tha club what ya rollin' ya eyes fo'
'Cause ya mad I'm pushin'
And out tha side door

While in my Cadillac
to my surprise
While in my Cadillac
to my surprise

Now when I hop off in tha Lac, I swerve tha
Just because I'm cheifin' dro and I'm smugglin' weigh
tha hood bout my G's and break 'em off a K
And sip on Hennessey till I start to
Pull my way down tha block 'cause it's more to make
And plus I got some mo dough I need to bake
But you can buy a bag of mine and I betcha you gonna be
'Cause tha soft got no cut and tha wood ain't got no shape

tha fiends run to me whenever they wanna taste
'Cause they say mine taste like baked potato and steak
Well excuse me if I done all yo pay
'Cause I set up shop and been workin' for one day
You say you wanna rob me, well that's a mistake
'Cause I got atomic bombs that cause tha to quake

It'll open all tha and 'cause heaven to shake
It not God man me, 'cause I destroyed tha place
All because of this devious busta who tried to
When all he had to do was ask, he tried to take
So to all of that and keep my soul safe
I hop in my Lac and head tha other way

While in my Cadillac
What to my
While in my Cadillac
What to my

It's about and we at tha red light
Looked in my mirror, and saw some head
Now any other it would be aight
But tha group done checked around ya on tha west side
Put my foot to tha flo, doin' bout eighty
Hit Fairview, headed to
They behind us close, so hell I bust a ride
Ran on tha curb and scrubbed my tire

Man can't you mash tha gas and dash up out of
What ya talkin' bout, I'm doin' a bill
I pick up mo speed on a ten speed bike
Oh you tryna joke, you better hope we die
Since we packin' gats it seems we gotta fight
When I throw a left, you best to throw a

Pull up in tha cut so can pass us by
Get down in yo seat and get off tha brake
pulled up in tha back and blocked us from behind
He was laughin' so hard it sounded like a
He listen hey Dirty, why you tryna hide
I was tryna tell ya Cadillac is tight

riding in my Cadillac
What to my
While in my