Luyện nghe bài hát Rolly Up

Yeah, boy Gucci
Got my nigga block in bitch
East Atlanta's
E.C.T South!

Gucci Mane]
Early in the morning Nigga be up
be up, Imma be up;
Call Block or Gucci Mane it's time to re-up
It's to re-up It's time to re-up;
7: 30 in the morning, Nigga we be up
We gon' be up, we be up;
Call Block or Mane when it's time to re-up
time to re-up, it's time to re-up;

[Verse 1: Yatta
what it do?
Nigga g's up
man bitch!
me Mr.Re-Up
The smells like fish, the fish scale dog
Grams at a time on the Digiscale ow!
.45 Mac
Rubber stacks
Spent a? a wit Papi watch how fast I get it back
The boys love me
how to cook
You it real hard, cold water, let it drop
The man bitch!
bricks, sold rocks
100 thousand dollars, fell like I a cop
The man bitch!
grams, sold white
Cook the 10 minutes
Fiends gave me 5
New York love how I work that turn pipe
Got Jackson yay
Powder 10, but it cook
I don't get nervous when I ride highways
man bitch!
is my birthday!

[Verse 2: Gucci
I got the on lock!
Have you ever seen a? million dollars in a Nike box?
I can you how to trap!
100 grand of cap
And I pray my phone ain't tapped!
Nigga buy for the of it
Bought a hard top 6 and I sat it on for the hell of it
7 on the dot!
Got some and its jumping out the pot!
I'm in the so I give it all I got
To a million dollar
I got a rainbow Range same as lean
Wit the matching on it, man that bitch so clean
Gotta skittle Drop Jag and a Chevelle
If I drop the top back, bubble kush you smell
Every flip I cop whip
Every trap I cop another
Every play I cop tool
What these nigga's know bout Gucci
Notta thang!
I'm icy, something a polar bear
When your girl me brain better hold her hair
100 in the bag just to make you stare
wit the man
Gucci Lil'Flap

[Verse 3: Mane]
Go our rental cars
Used to hard to Mountain Park;
Now I stand behind the bars
Say best smoke ya gars;
I'm the of the century
When you of money mention me
I said my get it to the key
From to Tennessee
Brick, Pill. And every "P"
Some how it doesn't come me
I'm on T.V interviewed
Still got thangs in the intertubes
8 grand for the good
A t-shirt, under my
Aye lock it up, that's a bad
You had to it till your wrist hurt
You holler'd at Gucci or Block
a dime to a? a block
I'm knocked and I never stop
Disturbing cocaine; duckin