Luyện nghe bài hát Rollin' (West Side Remix)

See, I was through the city with a big ol' pistol
Trickin' off these in the Range, rental
I was smokin', drinkin', end up tipsy
through my rear view, they followin' me

I why the fuck are they followin' me
I seem them creepin' two cars behind me
You'll never me slippin', just me and my piece
You must be smokin' if you think I'ma call the

I'm a beast, got a crease
Still got my Converse down the concrete
Black and blue
is Strong Arm robbery, you can't deny me

My garage, a mirage, a collage of
I look alive with the when I leave my home
Been on in Japan, been relaxed in Rome
is grown man business, recognize the tone

If I don't recognize the number, answer my phone
Rockin' area code, still stay in my zone
I play no fuckin' games now, bitch, I'm grown
Now I crack your fuckin' to the shit I'm on, yeah

Six-four, out, ragtop rollin'
Get your weight up X can't stop rollin'
Niggaz thought it was over but X back rollin'
I got my own to roll, so I'm rollin'

Yeah, my bang through the streets
We like orangutans, mangle the beat
Niggaz hatin', gravitatin' to the that they tell
My reality takin' over that fiction fail

What the hell, might as show the cards I'm holdin'
Sweet taste, aromatic, backwood
Got the Range Rover supercharged, complete with the kit
My chain hang to my dang-a-lang, what the fuck,

Boomerang my change, I rearrange thangs
My slang, click, bang and expose brains
Then I pray, Our Father who art in
Got jumpin' out the buildin' like 9/11

Malcolm X to the Z, landin' on like Plymouth Rock
You get knocked out, get socked in fuckin' mouth
Now e'rybody the business, you want it, come get it
But if you rollin', it up, let me know that you with it

Six-four, chromed out, ragtop
Get your up 'cause X can't stop rollin'
Niggaz thought it was over but X back rollin'
I got my own to roll, so I'm rollin'

Six-four, out, ragtop rollin'
Get your weight up 'cause X stop rollin'
Niggaz thought it was over but X came back
I got my own to roll, so I'm rollin'

Yeah, I my name over beats
I on the finer things, you cringe in defeat
Escalation, elevation to plateau
Sometimes it take a few back to mentally grow

Here we go, you know? Campaign in motion
Straight West Coast and worldwide rollin'
Got that Aston Martin DV9 with a stash box
In case I ever find alone in a tight spot

Strip down my frame, my lane
Insane with my ink pen, Kane
Don't complain the chamber slide back and bang
Make it taste like when you sayin' my name

It's the State heavyweight, holdin' the belt
I'm a one man army, I don't need no help
This is a pistol, I use to myself
Careful these hollow points
Is bad for health, my nia

Six-four, chromed out, rollin'
Get your weight up 'cause X stop rollin'
Niggaz it was over but X came back rollin'
I got my own to roll, so I'm rollin'

Six-four, chromed out, ragtop
Get weight up 'cause X can't stop rollin'
Niggaz thought it was over but X back rollin'
I got my own sack to roll, so I'm

See, I was trippin' through the with a big ol' pistol
Trickin' off these in the Range, rental
I was smokin', drinkin', end up tipsy
Lookin' through my rear view, they me

I why the fuck are they followin' me
I seem them niggaz creepin' two behind me
You'll never me slippin', just me and my piece
You must be smokin' if you think call the police