Luyện nghe bài hát We Rollin'

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

Just sit and relax, Bentley seats in the back
Lil' we rollin (WE ROLLIN, WE ROLLIN)
Candy paint on the 'llac, shoes than Shaq
Chrome beamin we (WE ROLLIN, WE ROLLIN)
Picture a from The Mack, picture me on it like that
Quick get in, we (WE ROLLIN, WE ROLLIN)
Yeah I rap and I act, God could be 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 no feelings, rollin, dough pealin
the track, candy paint on the 'llac
Shoes bigger than Shaq, momma relax
he wearin on his back, is never off the rack
Todd Smith custom, all the ladies him
with him, he crush them, we talkin 'bout a mack
A dog, not one of them alley cats
Thorough to the max, matter fact
Ice so it slice through your cataracts
Hard from the wars, he tough as a
Don't hate him cause he hot, God put him he at
Fo' sho'!

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

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