Luyện nghe bài hát Rollin' (West Side Remix)

See, I was trippin' through the city 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 followin' me
I them niggaz creepin' two cars behind me
never catch me slippin', just me and my piece
You must be smokin' if you think I'ma call the

I'm a beast, still got a
got my Converse thumpin' down the concrete
Black and Bugatti
This is Strong Arm robbery, you can't me

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

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

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'

Yeah, my release through the streets
We hang orangutans, mangle the beat
Niggaz hatin', gravitatin' to the lies that tell
My reality takin' over where that fiction

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

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

X to the Z, landin' on them 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', throw it up, let me know you with it

Six-four, out, ragtop 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'

Six-four, out, ragtop rollin'
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

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

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

Strip my frame, repave my lane
Insane my ink pen, Citizen Kane
complain when the chamber slide back and bang
Make it taste like shit you sayin' my name

the Golden State 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 these hollow points
Is bad for health, my nia

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

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

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

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