Luyện nghe bài hát Tight Whips

We roll tight whips,
Bentley, Lex, Mercedes, and
We roll tight whips,
Hustlin to a big buck, but that's ok

1]
They say the top acting funny
He holla'd a day
He got the top back, you his new Z28
at ya (BOY!) with the 8 of us 8
But they like my rims they non-stop (SPREWELL!)
Look like they away

2: Magic]
I'm 80 in the lightin
Duece trays on
The try to pull me over but my rims done blinded em
Cus I got 4 models in the back of my
18" Bazooka bumpin my
the BLOCK UP!

[Verse 3: P]
Call me Ghetto Bill cus my seats they be
And when I roll the hood I got 2 or 3 hoochies
Lou Vaton 'case I crash bad
Futuristic kidded up like I'm
Represent the
TV when I roll
for a car, no
Hope I blow that, WHOA!

4]
We roll big Benz it's the navigators
In the hood, servin freaks like I'm a restaurant
lights on the Jag cus I love to shine
Keep it by my shorty so we be hard to find
I pay the car note, in about 3 months
I'd rather, spend my paper on and blunts
Even the truck stop those things be constant spinnin
I'm a 504 Boy so I'm with it

5: Yungsta]
Roll in tight whips
me on the night shift
I'm just a Yungsta, I without a license
My is triflin, homie you can bite when
First one in the hood on the block the ice rims
My seats be piped out, TVs the lights out
Had blinkin when I passed, try not to wipe out
Dash with the wood grain, still in the man
Catch me on lean car clean we big things

[Verse 6:
The way we do it
She got a man, but she still gonna around
Bentley, a bucket with I'm like ma, go turn em now
It's No Limit said it, we all day, no loss
Just lot pimpin, car changin colors
These boys go off

7: Master P]
We leave the tags in the window,
Cus worth about a hundred
V12 with remote control (cha-cha) runnin
P.Miller throwbacks, the convertable shift
Candy paint thong version with the out chip
Yokahama tires, whodee, but I got 3
No Boys we thuggin I get a high for next week!

8: Lil' Romeo]
I'm fish tailin my dad, and I'm on drops
Sportin Sprewell to the I think I saw the cops
They call me Richie Rich, I got my in the seats
X-Box in the front and the back
Got TVs in the head rest the big wide screen
Got the navigation with the phone in between
Rollin a coupe with the top down I go outdoors
We roll on old days around here, 24s

[Jamaican

9]
I got that whip block paint off, my ride air dong
The nose on my hood just like my ride stay off
I roll through yo hood they ask me do I lift off
Like if it was out of space with 20s and crishtoff

10]
Go glistens
These chicks, call me Mista
A firecracker, big ballin, it's something never seen
I'm lean, off thick playin on 6 TV screens
Interior green, 24s, but you know, it no thing
HAH

[Verse 11: P]
We ghetto fab, let our bling show
like a dealership, don't walk no more
We out, all day, all night
Cus is my life, my life, my life...