Luyện nghe bài hát Who Ya Rollin Wit

Uh what's good?
Yo, yo, yo

the unstoppable, over come any obstacle
Y'all my flavor, pack more punch than Tropical
Any possible, do what I gots to do
Labels butterfingers, and next they droppin' you

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

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

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

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

Method spits
(Fire)
The on
(Fire)
My on
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Method spits
(Fire)
The on
(Fire)
My on
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M E T H O D

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

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

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

I jam like LA traffic, Jellyroll the wheel
And the passenger seat behind the
It's your boy, physically fit, mentally
Get dirty money, told you honey, I'm filthy

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 wit?

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

spits
The on
My on

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

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

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

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

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

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

spits fire
The on
My on

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

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