Luyện nghe bài hát We Rollin'

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

Just sit back and relax, Bentley in the back
Lil' we rollin (WE ROLLIN, WE ROLLIN)
Candy paint on the 'llac, bigger than Shaq
beamin we rollin (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 be where I'm at
Lil' momma we (WE ROLLIN, WE ROLLIN)

The P-I-M-P, the pockets are filled
The cars are sick B, the is milky
He to kill G, the God is real deep
The Coupe Deville leanin, pinky ring
with no ceiling, keep the chrome beamin
Cold with no feelings, rollin, dough
Cruise the track, candy on the 'llac
Shoes than Shaq, lil' momma relax
he wearin on his back, is never off the rack
Todd Smith custom, all the lust him
They with him, he them, we talkin 'bout a mack
A purebred dog, not one of them cats
Thorough to the max, Q-boro matter
Ice so sharp it through your cataracts
Hard from the wars, he as a battleaxe
Don't hate him cause he hot, God put him he at
Fo' sho'!

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

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