Luyện nghe bài hát Roll Out

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

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

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

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

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

out
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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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out
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Get
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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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Roughest, toughest, fastest, one of the
asses, tickin' on a Timbaland classic
Layin' in traffic, 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 chick hang out the flashin'
I done went in the grass, to kill a rabbit

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

blowin' dresses up, showin' off the panties
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
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Get your
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Get boys
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Hit the
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Bring the
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out
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Get
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Get girls
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Get boys
(Roll)
Hit the
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Bring the
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Catch me in a chick and her is Kim
Tryna you who I hit 'cuz I ran out of Bim
Fast so dangerous that I'm crackin' my rim
Like why 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 feeling the wind
Look, the needle to the gas is right at the end

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

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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Bring the
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out
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Get
(Roll)
Get girls
(Roll)
Get boys
(Roll)
Hit the
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the noise
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All I do is listen to Eightball, with the hoes on
dank in my gas tank and eat raw franks
Grill in my bed and serve two steak and
And I'm scheming on your
With on condom and

Don't get it twisted, I'm gold and two fisted
arms ready to roll, chrome-wristed
I'm past beserk, I go to work
Tell the boss, "Go
Give me some and hot sauce"

With an a track of Ross playing
And drunk off moonshine
I passed out and woke up at
Thought it was crack of dawn, but ass was in my
Said them draws was Versache, I thought she had

out
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Get
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Get girls
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Get your
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Hit the
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the noise
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out
(Roll)
Get
(Roll)
Get girls
(Roll)
Get your
(Roll)
Hit the
(Roll)
the noise
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