Luyện nghe bài hát Chrome & Paint

Ya, ya,
Sunday afternoon,
Pull it out, whip it out, it out
Drive it out, it out
You
Let 'em

I got and paint
Nigga, what you thank, I got chrome and
Bitch, what you drank, I got chrome and
that dank in my chrome and paint

(Street lights)
Dance on
(Street lights)
on chrome
(Street lights)
Get a nigga
You can die in these all alone

I am the wrong nigga, too grown nigga
To go for that nigga, I ain't 'cha hoe
I got, a hair trigger, I am the dome
The sea sniper, you got the wrong niggaz

Retire Jigga, here comes the Attila the Hun
niggaz for fun, these rappers is done
The bigger they come, the they fall
I like the sun, continue to ball

He's got nuts and plus the don
And the fine dutch, star sky call hutch
He's laid, with some sluts, up in guts
Just back in the cut, he thinks he's tut

Can't fuck this up, 'cause just, the nigga luck
That niggaz, love him and tear the city up
Uhh, even though I'm with the po'-po'
Them nigga how I act in the low-low

I got and paint
Nigga, what you thank, I got chrome and
Bitch, you drank, I got chrome and paint?
Smokin' dank in my chrome and paint

(Street lights)
on paint
(Street lights)
Dance on
(Street lights)
Get a home
You can die in these streets all

I'm like grits, die befo' I snitch
Off my ass sag like cellulite tits bitch
the suede, headliner and I ain't yo momma
Play with my dollars on yo' ass they'll be flowers

I put a hole in brain with these hollow hot rocks
Hittin' the switch, makin' the fo'
Rollin' up imperial in dickier
All in your peripheral, shells at your vehicle

up, pimped up, big chipped up
Stacy Adams tips up, golf hat flipped up
I blow yo' ass off the map, fuck dub
have yo' ass rollin' home with windshield glass on your lap

Fuck rap, I'm wearin' a creased tee, ribs
at you niggaz on MTV Cribs
I got the chrome thang, thang to the dome stank
life forever bitch, chrome and paint, c'mon

I got chrome and
Nigga, what you thank, I got chrome and
Bitch, what you drank, I got chrome and
Smokin' dank in my chrome and paint

(Street lights)
on paint
(Street lights)
Dance on
(Street lights)
Get a home
You can die in these streets all

(Street lights, lights)
Even I'm fuckin' with the po'-po'
Them nigga know how I act in the
Slow mo', nigga check out my
You mo' fo's can't with my mojo

I got and paint
Nigga, what you thank, I got and paint?
Bitch, what you drank, I got chrome and
Smokin' that dank in my chrome and

(Street lights)
on paint
(Street lights)
Dance on
(Street lights)
Get a home
You can die in these streets all
(Street lights)