Luyện nghe bài hát Rollin' (Urban Assault Vehicle)

[Fred
the fuckin track!
Play that fuckin track!! Oh it is
Bizkit! DMX (what?)
Redman (that's right y'all) Man
We just keep on rollin
Are you ready...
Are you ready...
Are you ready!!!

[HOOK: Durst]
Move in now out!
up, now hands down!
Back up! up!
me what you gonna do now!
Breathe in, now out!
up, now hands down!
Back up! up!
me what you gonna do now! (C'mon!)
You keep rollin, rollin, rollin, (Uh!)
Keep rollin, rollin, rollin, (What!)
rollin, rollin, rollin, rollin (Uh!)
Keep rollin, rollin, rollin,

Durst]
Now I know y'all be lovin this shit right
L-I-M-P, Bizkit is here
People in the house put hands in the air
Cause if you don't care, we don't care
See I, ain't givin a fuck, quit pressin luck
Untouchable, branded
So keep me in this cage, until you run that
Then I'ma the plague, and break the fuck out
And then see who's left, after one round wit X
And what am I next? Just know it's Red and Meth
So where the you at punk? Shut the fuck up!
And back the fuck up, while we fuck this up!

Are you ready...
Are you ready...
Are you ready!!!

[Method
Oh what, y'all y'all wasn't gon' see me?
my, dangerous slang atrocious
When I let these nuts hang, focus, Wu Tang
What the fuck's a Hootie and the
I wave my Black Flag at the
who approaches, these twin,
Who have poisonous darts for
Too late to get your gun un-holstered
You're buttered up and lightly toasted
So what, I drink and smoke too
So what I too much, shut the fuck up!

Yo, yo
Now when we roll, you motherfuckers tuck in gold
Cause for the platinum, I'm jackin up in limos
It nothin, for bullets to unbutton your clothes
Description, male, tissue up in his nose
You bitches, the vine on the babboon nuts
I'm hairy as hell, outta hell and up
I'm a dog only in the bathroom, what?
In high school, I dealt only the classroom sluts

Man]
My name is, Johnny, Donnie,
the gat low, cut your cash flow
Yell if you want money,
A hungry snatch crumbs from me
Doc and Hot Niks, bodies in the pit

Yo, and I'm the D.O., you at the raw invented
on Friday, I 35 to 40 minutes
Smell up the like Craig paw was in it
Endin up, on back, Wu swords up in it
Anyone can me I crack 'em all to Guinness
Fuck how many thugs and ballers in it
Brick City, Shaolin, call us sinners
Boys that'll run up in your wife, maul and it
P- P- POW!
(AAAAAAAAAHH!)
Yo he c'mon!!

It just get no darker than that kid with the Parker
with the boots who shoots to make it spark
Now I'm a fair nigga, but ain't nann
quicker the hair-trigga, so if you dare nigga
be like your man tryin to hold yo' brain to yo' head
But you'll be shittin on cause you, already dead
And at the funeral you need a casket
Leavin just enough of him to in a basket
A tisket a tasket, I really need my ass
My moms never let me forget, that I'm a
I ain't never been shit, and gon' be shit
why I take shit, whenever I see shit
It's that D shit, D's short for do what I wanna do
And that's what I'm gonna do, right in front of you
And I'll be runnin you and your man up out
While y'all niggaz ain't a FUCKIN thing but yo' mouth

bark]
AAAAAAAAHHH!!!

You, mess with Limp Bizkit (yeah)
You can't with Limp Bizkit (why?)
Because we get it on, (when?) every day and every (oh)
See this platinum thing right (uh huh)
Well we doin it all the (what?)
So you better get some beats
And uh, get some better (oooh!)
You really, really, really wanna get shit
Well everywhere just get retarded
Get retarded, get retarded, everywhere just get retarded!

That's baby!
out punk!
Limp Bizkit! DMX! Man! Redman!
And Beatz!
Where the you at?! [DMX bark]
Bump that shit! Bump that shit! Bump that shit! Bump shit!
Ryders! Punk!