Luyện nghe bài hát Roll Wit It

(Chorus)
If you boys got we can
wit it
In da club or da we can
Go wit it
It don't make me
for blow wit it
Crack his wit a gun
sho split it

(Project Pat)
In Hollywood at the sign
Watchin out for one
Clean on things
Niggas hate cause I'm bout
I'm on that
So the car's smokey
The in the stash
Cause I'm the pokey
Its hard on tha
Niggas livin a catfish
A project killa, kids
and a fat
Try to flip quarter ounce
Ain't no barred
We cash, merchandise
or ya ebit(EBT)
Like to start
At the we be flexin
And we'll a bitch
At these hoes we be
North to the full
My game they
A rope to the
You get drug by yo
Don't around here
You'z betta
You get ya ass off
For playin and
Down in dirty
Only real muhfuckas
Hoes wearin skirties
niggas act a fool

(Chorus x2)

(La Chat)
If there's ana to handle
I'm gonna take of my biz
I got a scope on ya
I'm straight for yo wig
I love to show out on
I love to cut up wit
bitches always get wrong
So I love pullin tha
And since you hoes learn
I got some lessons to
You betta up the pastor
He got a to preach
I wit that arguin and cussin and fussin
and fightin
I'm buckin off top
Committed to yo life'n
La Chat a mac killa
Only the real-a
I'm let you know its on
For you violate a
A bitch be quick to talk
But do you what you say
A real killa be talkin
They just be on way
I think you wanna get down
You boys ain't for beef
ain't nowhere you can hide
I out an APD
This ain't that ya playin
These bitches comin up
I keep my to tha street
So hoe you watch ya sayin

(Chorus x2)

(Project Pat)
They me up just like Tupac
And I went
Layed it down for a
Now back at em
Took my game weighed it up
On a triple
rob, kill, murder, steal
For that ghetty
U.S. Marshal at my house
Wanna me dead
see me in a pine box
Bullet in my
Police, mane I ain't did
Why you this
Ghetto thugs love my rap
They relate to
Swingin Knock ya eyeball
out ya face
Shoulda known it was shit
All in tha
Young niggas on that
Gon off tha
Sneakin in da club
You could get blown
Its a muhfuckin thang
ya hood
Slangin cane makin plenty
All to the
Smokin after blunt
Pound pound
a dead body in tha trunk
High we get

(Chorus)