Luyện nghe bài hát We Rollin'

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Just sit back and relax, seats in the back
Lil' momma we (WE ROLLIN, WE ROLLIN)
Candy paint on the 'llac, bigger than Shaq
Chrome beamin we (WE ROLLIN, WE ROLLIN)
Picture a scene from The Mack, picture me on it that
get in, we rollin (WE ROLLIN, WE ROLLIN)
Yeah I rap and I act, God could be I'm at
Lil' momma we (WE ROLLIN, WE ROLLIN)

The P-I-M-P, the pockets are filled
The are sick B, the bars is milky
He to kill G, the God is real deep
The Deville leanin, pinky ring freezin
Creep with no ceiling, keep the beamin
Cold with no feelings, rollin, pealin
Cruise the track, candy on the 'llac
Shoes bigger than Shaq, momma relax
What he wearin on his back, is off the rack
Todd custom, all the ladies lust him
They with him, he them, we talkin 'bout a mack
A purebred dog, not one of alley cats
Thorough to the max, Q-boro matter
Ice so sharp it slice through your
Hard the wars, he tough as a battleaxe
Don't hate him he hot, God put him where he at
Fo' sho'!

Truly got the bottles on chill, the models ill
V.I.P. locked down, crackin them hundred dollar
Yankee hat low, Todd the rhinestones
chick chose him, let him bygones be bygones
All these, amateur with they eyeballs watery
honies over money that's how the order be
Meanwhile he gets his quarterly
Your starvin on the corner drunk and disorderly
Relax in the Maybach, your booze on
Seats is like a couch, get Tom Cruise on
French pedicure the Jimmy Chu's on
He see more he throw somethin smooth on
The modern day Goldie, better than Kobe
Style than codeine, playin for his own team
When he up in the spot, he lookin so clean
money in your face like cold cream

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