Luyện nghe bài hát Getcha Roll On

[Pre-Chorus:
Hey, I know you waitin' on me, baby, can you on?
Just make when I get there, you ain't got clothes on
you gon' ride that dick to a slow song
You got me and I got you, now what can go
And you tellin' all your friends about me
And now wanna get it in on the balcony
We all night, girl, I'm talkin' so long
I got wake up for you, baby, make sure everybody in here...

[Chorus:
Getcha on, getcha roll on
Everybody, everybody, getcha on
roll on, getcha roll on
Everybody, everybody, getcha on
Now you keep all your friends about me
And now they get it in on the balcony
So getcha roll on, roll on
Everybody, everybody, getcha on

[Verse 1:
Hey, yeah, I got like four
The AC in the Mini blowin' snow cones
I got five bad chicks, don't wanna go home
Yeah, it's a vibe, it's a vibe, yeah, I'm so
I've been puttin' in that work and now it's time to chill
And my bitches came through all kind of pills
I told her, I get too high and I'ma sext her
And she was like a, woah, a, yeah,
I be like, bitch, kill my vex, huh
Unless you wanna get in UberX
All I do is sit back and count checks, uh
But I be losin' count, I'm on that Hennessy XO, blur,
The wrist full of ice (Yeah), the on freezer burner (Ooh)
Keep on talkin' shit and I'ma have to get the (Ooh)
Bitch, keep lookin' at me, have to go and learn ya
I get shit straight a perm, bruh (Yeah, yeah)

[Pre-Chorus:
I know you on me, baby, can you hold on?
make sure when I get there, you ain't got clothes on
'Cause you gon' ride that dick to a song
You got me and I got you, now can go wrong?
And you keep all your friends about me
And now they wanna get it in on the
We goin' all night, girl, I'm talkin' so
I got wake up for you, baby, make sure everybody in here...

[Chorus:
Getcha roll on, getcha on
Everybody, everybody, getcha on
Getcha roll on, getcha on
Everybody, everybody, roll on
Now you keep tellin' all your friends me
And now wanna get it in on the balcony
So getcha roll on, getcha on
Everybody, everybody, getcha on

[Verse 2: Lanez]
I know this 1942, it got you so
Nah, this ain't a interview, shit to prolong
She let me touchdown, I tell her go
I get to lickin', I be in it for the whole
She take pants off, Luther Vandross
Come and get it, baby, do it your hands off
You get it like I put it in the hand-off
Get to shootin' in that like a standoff
Super lit, lit (Lit), she ain't (She ain't average)
Hit a split on the dick, she a (She a savage)
She get on top of me and start doin'
She as ever but I love when she get nasty
Might even let her run right through this
When I'm with you, I'm on my ex
That's why I let you come on the road, might fuck at the show
I got too nasty with your girl, now you fuck her no more

T-Pain]
Yeah, I know you on me, baby, can you hold on?
Just sure when I get there, you ain't got clothes on
'Cause you ride that dick to a slow song
You got me and I got you, now can go wrong?
And you keep tellin' all friends about me
And now wanna get it in on the balcony
We goin' all night, girl, I'm so long
I got wake up for you, baby, make sure everybody in here...

[Chorus:
Getcha on, getcha roll on
Everybody, everybody, getcha on
Getcha on, getcha roll on
Everybody, everybody, roll on
Now you keep all your friends about me
And now they wanna get it in on the
So roll on, getcha roll on
Everybody, everybody, roll on