Luyện nghe bài hát Roll Roll

Ain't no too hot
Me and my 'bout to open up shop
Hot boy nigga grab the
So me and my we could sell our rocks

Ain't no too hot
Me and my niggas to open up shop
Hot boy grab the glock
So me and my we could sell our rocks

Every bag of that raw we in the park
From dusk to nigga from dawn to dark
Now if you tweakin', boy you be creepin'
But if you beefin', nigga you to be sleepin'

Me and my dogs, we don't fuck with you
Go to the pen, don't fuck with no
See this is real, I sleep with one eye open
See in the ghetto, niggas be pistol totin'

A thousand fuckin' grams what I'm workin' with
Come on the D, you know what you twerkin' wit
It's murder, 187, I represent the third
We mac 11's if I die, write my name in the sky
My niggas bust yo' ass y'all gon' why

I say, roll, roll, your dough up and down the street
On the first and fifteenth you don't my money
Me and my boys we gon' that heat, ya heard me

I say, roll, roll, roll your dough up and down the
On the first and fifteenth you don't have my
Me and my boys we gon' that heat, ya heard me

It's a problem, I get my hands dirty wit ya
if we gon' come get ya, chopper split ya
A soldier plottin' to rule the world with riches
Ask P to use Hummer so I can fuck some bitches

Run the block all week, to dodge the cops
Niggas prayin' on my death my album drops
My niggas wires, Feds tappin' my phone
a check to IRS so they can leave me alone

Told my dog believe you we can rule the
He didn't listen, he'd rather stuff his nose with
found him dead in the project, brains on the ground
When you a fiend, that's the way the go down

I say, roll, roll, your dough up and down the street
On the and fifteenth you don't have my money
Me and my boys we gon' bring that heat, ya me

Roll, roll, roll your up and down the street
On the and fifteenth you don't have my money
Me and my we gon' bring that heat, ya heard me

I'm from the chopper too
fuckin' around wit me, ain't no tellin' what I'ma do
Put my foot so far up yo' ass I'd lose my shoe
That nigga chokin', motherfucker coughin' up

fuck the Heimlich maneuver
You want that drama to come to you
Yo' mama to do you
hot iron will run ya through ya

You and yo' dudes don't be 'cuz you'll catch a contact
If you ain't got beef wit a
Don't be 'round
You be on yo' back

Oh it my fault, we'll dead these niggas
Can't move we infrared niggas
We'll do niggas, black proof these niggas
Close casket these boys, suit these niggas

We'll blast these niggas, walk past these
And ride on bustas, just keep mashin' these niggas
And after we do it we'll the tec and ghetto
Plus I know not but to fuckin' floss the set

You ain't gotta ask who's hot? on top?
I question to ask y'all for real, Tru or not
If I got two guns, I'm sure one bust
If I got two niggas out when I bust

One gon' duck, the one wildin' the most
That's the one I'ma bust, he still after that
I'ma him two 'cuz he don't think one was enough

I say, roll, roll, roll dough up and down the street
On the first and fifteenth you have my money
Me and my boys we bring that heat, ya heard me

Roll, roll, roll your up and down the street
On the first and fifteenth you don't have my
Me and my boys we gon' bring heat, ya heard me