Luyện nghe bài hát We Rollin'

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

Just sit back and relax, Bentley in the back
Lil' we rollin (WE ROLLIN, WE ROLLIN)
Candy paint on the 'llac, bigger than Shaq
Chrome beamin we (WE ROLLIN, WE ROLLIN)
Picture a scene from The Mack, picture me on it 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 are filled deep
The cars are B, the bars is milky
He hard to kill G, the God is deep
The Coupe Deville leanin, ring freezin
Creep with no ceiling, keep the beamin
Cold with no feelings, rollin, pealin
the track, candy paint on the 'llac
Shoes bigger than Shaq, lil' relax
What he wearin on his back, is never off the
Smith custom, all the ladies lust him
They with him, he crush them, we talkin 'bout a
A purebred dog, not one of them cats
Thorough to the max, Q-boro fact
Ice so it slice through 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. locked down, crackin them hundred bills
Yankee hat low, Smith the rhinestones
Your chose him, let him bygones be bygones
All these, amateur macks with eyeballs watery
Choosin honies money that's how the order be
Meanwhile he gets his quarterly
Your on the corner actin drunk and disorderly
Relax in the Maybach, gettin booze on
Seats is a couch, get your Tom Cruise on
French with the Jimmy Chu's on
He wanna see more he throw smooth on
The modern day Goldie, game than Kobe
Style dope than codeine, playin for his own
When he up in the spot, he lookin so clean
Rubbin money in face like cold cream

yeah...