Luyện nghe bài hát Who Ya Rollin Wit

Uh really good?
Yo, yo, yo

It's the unstoppable, come any obstacle
know my flavor, pack more punch than Tropical
Any mission possible, do I gots to do
Labels gettin' butterfingers, and next droppin' you

You think you know, but you no idea
The of a Meth Man, what's this I hear?
Somebody y'all, steppin' in shit was good luck?
I got the stuck, now give the goods up

done pushed up, past the point of no return
It's Meth's turn, so that shit up and let's burn
I Philly got the best 'scherm, out in Cali, they got the best perms
Now that we know, will the rest learn?

Come on, each one, teach one, no evil and I don't speak none
Everything until that heat come
Just call my name, and I'll be
Y'all kids is slum, like the in Albi Square

We drinkin' Henny we flip, poppin' bottles 'til we sick
All haters eat a dick
Let's throw a in this bitch, all my niggaz and my chicks
Tell me who ya rollin'

spits fire
(Fire)
The on
(Fire)
My on
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spits fire
(Fire)
The on
(Fire)
My on
(Fire)

M E T H O D

Man, I'm in the like foreclosures
Talk sober, some dog gets forced over
New York soldiers, be at ease, back
ever, I'm the New Era, like ball caps

Kid, whenever, whoever, whatever, y'all it
Y'all can it, the problem and answer, I'm all that
While we at it, let's up our grips around that cabbage
Silly rabbit, how kid's done tricked you on your carrots

The of a bad package, like Bishop Don Juan it's Magic
How I break 'em like a bad habit, hit tracks like it's practice
let these darts take a stab at it, niggaz ain't got it, ain't never had it

I jam like LA traffic, Jellyroll behind the
And the passenger behind the field
It's boy, physically fit, mentally sick
Get dirty money, told you honey, I'm rich

We Henny 'til we flip, poppin' bottles 'til we sick
All y'all eat a dick
Let's throw a party in bitch, all my niggaz and my chicks
Tell me who ya rollin'

Method fire
(Fire)
The on
(Fire)
My on
(Fire)

Method
The on
My on

Six minutes, Man, you're on
If you you gon' slip and be alright, you're wrong
You can see me the bong, while writin' the songs
That the crowd, is either to or fightin' along, fightin' along

I'm tryin' tell you is not your friends
And girlfriend, don't try and like you got your friend
I'm at the hotel, motel, Inn
And my chick's a man-eater, she be men

Aight, from New York, it's Saturday night
I got pipes that drain confidence, and battery light
Aight, mami tight, but she ain't my type
If don't see me treat her right, then she ain't really my wife

When I was young, I was stayin' in school, obeyin'
Play with my food, what makes you think I'm playin' you?
This is it, y'all better on in, the water's fine
Jump on in, do it to 'em one more 'gain

We drinkin' Henny 'til we flip, poppin' bottles we sick
All y'all haters eat a
Let's a party in this bitch, all my niggaz and my chicks
Tell me who ya wit?

spits fire
(Fire)
The on
(Fire)
My on
(Fire)

spits fire
(Fire)
The on
(Fire)
My on
(Fire)

We drinkin' Henny 'til we flip, poppin' bottles 'til we
All y'all haters eat a
Let's throw a party in this bitch, all my niggaz and my
Tell me who ya wit?

Method spits
(Fire)
The on
(Fire)
My on
(Fire)

spits fire
The on
My on

Yeah, Ladies Big John Studd
No doubt, dick up in your
We do this everyday, I'm in the cut
With my shit stain, Ray-Ray Gutter Butt

And we holdin' it down for the whole Island, man
Nothin' but Staten Island, man
Y'all stand up, man, Stapleton, the Wild West, Hill
Port Richmond, Now Born, Nilz, hah Peace