Luyện nghe bài hát We Rollin'

Ha ha ha!
This is real baby, is real
They this

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

The P-I-M-P, the pockets are deep
The cars are sick B, the bars is
He hard to G, the God is real deep
The Coupe leanin, pinky ring freezin
Creep with no ceiling, the chrome beamin
Cold with no feelings, rollin, pealin
Cruise the track, paint on the 'llac
Shoes than Shaq, lil' momma relax
What he wearin on his back, is off the rack
Todd custom, all the ladies lust him
They with him, he crush them, we 'bout a mack
A purebred dog, not one of them cats
Thorough to the max, matter fact
Ice so sharp it slice your cataracts
Hard from the wars, he as a battleaxe
Don't him cause he hot, God put him where he at
Fo' sho'!

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

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