Luyện nghe bài hát Roll Out

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

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

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

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

That's why we keep it live, 'cuz we keep alive
For that alcohol is of, full 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, tickin' on a classic
in traffic, shiftin' gears in the automatic
Tryin' to get past old couple in a Maverick

Beepin' my at 'em, flickin' on my hazards
G. callin' me, on his cell phone
his chick hang out the sunroof flashin'
I done went in the grass, to kill a rabbit

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

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

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Catch me in a and her name is Kim
Tryna you who I hit 'cuz I ran out of Bim
Fast food so dangerous that I'm my rim
why Taco Bell drive-through so damn slim

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

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

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Hit the
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out
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the noise
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All I do is to Eightball, with the hoes on call
High dank in my gas tank and eat raw
Grill in my bed and serve two and siemen
And I'm on your daughter
on condom and Clairborne

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

With an a track of Diana playing
And drunk off some
I passed out and up at noontime
Thought it was of dawn, but ass was in my face
Said draws was Versache, I thought she had Versace

out
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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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