Luyện nghe bài hát Chrome & Paint

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

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

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

I am the nigga, too fuckin' grown nigga
To go for that nigga, I 'cha hoe nigga
I got, a hair trigger, I am the dome
The sea sniper, you got the wrong niggaz

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

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

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

I got chrome and
Nigga, you thank, I got chrome and paint?
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 streets all alone

I'm ghetto like grits, die I snitch
Off my ass sag like cellulite tits bitch
Under the suede, headliner and I yo momma
Play with my dollars on yo' ass they'll be layin'

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

Clipped up, pimped up, big up
Adams tips spiffied up, golf hat flipped up
I blow yo' ass off the map, with dub
I'll have yo' ass home with windshield glass on your lap

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

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

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

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

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

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