Luyện nghe bài hát We Rollin'

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Just sit back and relax, seats in the back
Lil' momma we (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)
I rap and I act, God could be where 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 is milky
He hard to kill G, the God is deep
The Coupe Deville leanin, pinky ring
Creep no ceiling, keep the chrome beamin
Cold with no feelings, rollin, dough
Cruise the track, candy paint on the
Shoes bigger than Shaq, momma relax
What he wearin on his back, is off the rack
Todd Smith custom, all the ladies him
They with him, he them, we talkin 'bout a mack
A dog, not one of them alley cats
Thorough to the max, Q-boro fact
Ice so it slice through your 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. down, crackin them hundred dollar bills
Yankee hat low, Todd the rhinestones
Your chick chose him, let him bygones be
All these, macks with they eyeballs watery
Choosin honies over that's how the order be
Meanwhile he gets his statements
Your starvin on the corner actin and disorderly
Relax in the Maybach, your booze on
Seats is like a couch, get your Tom on
French pedicure with the Chu's on
He wanna see he throw somethin smooth on
The modern day Goldie, better than Kobe
Style dope than codeine, playin for his own
When he up in the spot, he lookin so clean
Rubbin money in your like cold cream

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