Luyện nghe bài hát Rollin' (West Side Remix)

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

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

I'm a beast, got a crease
got my Converse thumpin' down the concrete
Black and Bugatti
This is Strong Arm robbery, you deny me

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

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

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

Yeah, my release bang the streets
We hang orangutans, mangle the beat
hatin', gravitatin' to the lies that they tell
My reality takin' where that fiction fail

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

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

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

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

Yeah, I repeat my name over
I on the finer things, you cringe in defeat
Escalation, elevation to another
it take a few steps 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, repave my
Insane with my ink pen, Citizen
Don't complain when the slide back and bang
it taste like shit when you sayin' my name

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

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

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

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

I wonder why the fuck are they me
I seem them niggaz two cars behind me
You'll never catch me slippin', just me and my
You must be if you think I'ma call the police