Luyện nghe bài hát Roll Call

Attention, little
I know, fans of his
If it ain't no Cham, then it ain't jam
I it off a bridge

And if it your ears
And you're tired, of you hear
have no fear, the Messiah's here
We gon' it down, this year, yeah

A.N.I. out in Cleveland, Eminem out in
Lucky in Abilene, waiting for my arrival
Music City in V.A., say hey ain't nobody
Super Sounds in Atlanta like where that Mix Tap

Colorado fa sho, they say Koopa's on fire
Ask James at Eackazam, he'll you I'm no liar
Been in the for a minute, I'm one of the biggest suppliers
I'm the they waiting for, you the rapper they tired of

How the hell you say you up so quick and then rub it in
When you ain't a royalty check and know nothing 'bout publishing
I feel for the thirteen year old teenagers, who loving him
They try to tangle with the sharks but I'm sorry, he swim

rip off another limb, no need for partici-hating
I suggest that you get to shaking the spot and just switch
I wouldn't stop if he told me, if him and Clark Kent was
'Cause he couldn't spit hotter than me that pussy was Satan

I know the public is for Controversy to sail
Most of the rest of the real locked and ain't made bail
Pimp, Z-Ro, locked up behind jail
'Cause of figga ass niggaz like Dike Jones trying to tell

Who? Hell naw, who? naw
He told me a different then the one he trying to tell y'all
Who? Hell naw, Hell naw
I don't wan' diss my old dog so I'ma chunk a for Paul

Who told DSR that he make more me and P
And my nigga Slim Thee, Dike could it be
You could of praised my whole and couldn't afford a sleeve
I don't even drop a CD and clear more than forty G's

A and it's just my check and ain't even got to my savings
The money the bank is saving, plus the money my is saving
Let's flame him he say that he blazing
He blew up quick and was there to save him

Keep it cool I tried to but you know I'm a
Get in Louisiana and all the way down to
DJ Smallz, Atlanta with DJ Drama
Off this money I make, I'll go hit the Bahamas

Get respect in Cali, Vallejo they collars
Get respect of the streets, you get respected to
So what I'm to say is, I'ma be here regardless
I'm the rapper they waiting for, you the rapper tired of

Tha-thank you Chamillion, um, you it here first
At work your booty, Pimp radio station, um
There seems to be an amount of fraud artists out here
And we have a couple of artists here that the same way
Uh, let me what you have to say here sir

Let me silence all the talk, can't match up with my
You ain't getting no respect from G's on the North
You get put in duct tape, you you too soft
Ain't no rapper got broke off hard since Tha Boss

I've seen your chain but I how much it
You can't be like E.S.G. and let your body
Seen the that you was saying, was Swishahouse
But that was Tow Down's studio and that was the

You ain't in the dope
Real know, he wasn't moving cocaine
Real niggaz po' a whole cup of drank
Niggaz I know, repeating your name

you gonna say now? Dike is a clown
Come hurry and you gon' get beat down
Man up I'm in the club, sipping crown
And niggaz getting of Dike Jones in D-Town

And a one and a two and a three
Who he messing with? Man it sho ain't
Pass me the Nina, worry I got it
Whodie blow his chest up, he won't have nobody

I was on my steal and wood wheel, wood wheel
on the radio, I couldn't feel, couldn't feel
Popped in a grey tape 'cause I'm
gimmick nigga, nigga, get real, get real

But don't make me grab this steel
Pull it, I'll your crew
Nigga you don't the real
My nigga, don't say you do

I turn that scene, to a crime
Don't make me, tape your shoe
'Cause DJ Screw, Screw
And Screw, you
Man bring it back, I'm it