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
momma we rollin (WE ROLLIN, WE ROLLIN)
Candy paint on the 'llac, shoes bigger Shaq
Chrome beamin we (WE ROLLIN, WE ROLLIN)
Picture a from The Mack, picture me on it like that
get in, we rollin (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 B, the bars is milky
He to kill G, the God is real deep
The Coupe Deville leanin, pinky freezin
Creep with no ceiling, the chrome beamin
with no feelings, rollin, dough pealin
Cruise the track, candy on the 'llac
Shoes than Shaq, lil' momma relax
What he on his back, is never 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 fact
Ice so sharp it slice through cataracts
Hard from the wars, he tough as a
hate him cause he hot, God put him where he at
Fo' sho'!

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

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