Luyện nghe bài hát Roll Out

Hey y'all, can y'all do for me?
Can bounce, can y'all bounce, what?
Hey y'all, can do something for me?
Can y'all bounce, bounce, bounce,

Hey y'all, can do something for me?
Can y'all bounce, can bounce, what?
Hey y'all, can y'all do for me?
Ficky, ficky, ficky, ficky,

I be creepin' in backyards, dippin' in ways
My brother in the 360, I'm in a
We piled ride high, sittin' on low
Petey in the of us, with his range rov

ladies sittin' in back, one ridin' in the front
No in here, so put out your freakin' blunt
This how we do it, so pay attention to the rules
Women in gear, draws down and no shoes

That's why we keep it live, 'cuz we keep ours
For that alcohol is full of, of surprise
That's how we're gonna ball, before we crawl
This here, this here, is party y'all

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Roughest, toughest, fastest, one of the
Rappin' asses, on a Timbaland classic
in traffic, shiftin' gears in the automatic
Tryin' to get past this old in a Maverick

Beepin' my horn at 'em, flickin' on my
G. me, on his cell phone laughin'
Thinkin' his hang out the sunroof flashin'
I done in the grass, like to kill a rabbit

Swerve back traffic, radio blastin'
Slammed on the brakes, ya old
Tim zig-zaggin', hell, he in the
And girls sittin' on the trunk, droppin' glasses

Wind blowin' dresses up, showin' off the
Polka-dot stripe thongs in they fannies
Whoop, you be Ms. Barry, fine as you is
Tim, pull it over, let 'em in here

out
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Get your
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Hit the
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Bring the
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out
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Get girls
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Get your
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Hit the
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Bring the
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Catch me in a and her name is Kim
tell you who I hit 'cuz I ran out of Bim
Fast food so dangerous that I'm my rim
Like why Taco Bell so damn slim

I'm out too, no top on the Benz
Big body, too, like I walked out the gym
Man, I'm speeding through, not feeling the wind
Look, the to the gas tank is right at the end

Now, I'm to sin, lying again
gas in the Benz with no money to spend
And every kid that in, cashier turning again
So it's a good that lady walked in her twins

out
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Get boys
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Hit the
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the noise
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out
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Get
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Get girls
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Get boys
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Hit the
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the noise
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All I do is listen to Eightball, the hoes on call
High in my gas tank and eat raw franks
Grill in my bed and two steak and siemen
And I'm scheming on daughter
on condom and Clairborne

Don't get it twisted, I'm toothed and two fisted
Both ready to roll, chrome-wristed
I'm past being beserk, I go to
the boss, "Go 'head
Give me sugars and hot sauce"

With an a of Diana Ross playing
And off some moonshine
I passed out and up at noontime
it was crack of dawn, but ass was in my face
Said them draws was Versache, I thought she had

out
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Get your
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Get your
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Hit the
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the noise
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out
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Get
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Get your
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Get boys
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Hit the
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the noise
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