Luyện nghe bài hát Roll Roll

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

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

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

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

A thousand fuckin' grams that's what I'm workin'
Come short on the D, you know what you wit
murder, 187, I represent the third ward
We tote mac 11's if I die, write my 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 you don't have my money
Me and my boys we gon' bring heat, ya heard me

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

a problem, I ain't get my hands dirty wit ya
Tellin' if we come get ya, chopper split ya
A young soldier plottin' to the world with riches
Ask P to use this Hummer so I can fuck some

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

Told my dog believe you we can the world
He didn't listen, rather stuff his nose with furl
They found him dead in the project, on the ground
you a fiend, that's the way the game go down

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

I'm the [Incomprehensible] chopper too
Come fuckin' around wit me, ain't no what I'ma do
Put my foot so far up yo' ass I'd probably lose my
That nigga chokin', coughin' up blood

Well fuck the Heimlich
You don't want that to come to you
Yo' to come do you
'Cuz hot will run ya through ya

You and yo' dudes don't be around 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
move we infrared these niggas
We'll do these niggas, proof these niggas
Close casket boys, black suit these niggas

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

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

One gon' duck, the one that's 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 your dough up and the street
On the first and fifteenth you have my money
Me and my boys we gon' bring heat, ya heard me

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