Luyện nghe bài hát Roll Roll

Ain't no too hot
Me and my 'bout to open up shop
Hot boy nigga grab the
So me and my we could sell our rocks

Ain't no too hot
Me and my 'bout to open up shop
Hot boy nigga grab the
So me and my niggas we sell our rocks

bag of that raw we hustle in the park
From dusk to dawn nigga from dawn to
Now if you tweakin', boy you better be
But if you beefin', you 'bout to be sleepin'

Me and my dogs, we fuck with you cats
Go to the pen, don't fuck with no
See this shit is real, I with one eye open
See in the ghetto, gotta be pistol totin'

A thousand fuckin' that's what I'm workin' with
short on the D, you know what you twerkin' wit
It's murder, 187, I represent the third
We tote mac 11's if I die, my name in the sky
My niggas yo' ass y'all gon' know why

I say, roll, roll, roll your dough up and down the
On the first and you don't have my money
Me and my we gon' bring that heat, ya heard me

I say, roll, roll, roll your up and down the street
On the and fifteenth you don't have my money
Me and my boys we gon' bring that heat, ya me

It's a problem, I ain't get my dirty wit ya
Tellin' if we gon' come get ya, chopper ya
A young soldier plottin' to rule the world riches
Ask P to use this Hummer so I can some bitches

Run the block all week, to dodge the cops
prayin' on my death before my album drops
My niggas wearin' wires, tappin' my phone
a check to IRS so they can leave me alone

Told my dog you we can rule the world
He didn't listen, he'd rather stuff his nose with
found him dead in the project, brains on the ground
When you a fiend, that's the way the game go

I say, roll, roll, roll your dough up and down the
On the first and you don't have my money
Me and my boys we gon' that heat, ya heard me

Roll, roll, roll your dough up and down the
On the first and you don't have my money
Me and my we gon' bring that heat, ya heard me

I'm from the [Incomprehensible] too
Come around wit me, ain't no tellin' what I'ma do
Put my so far up yo' ass I'd probably lose my shoe
nigga chokin', motherfucker coughin' up blood

Well fuck the Heimlich
You don't want drama to come to you
Yo' to come do you
'Cuz hot will run ya through ya

You and yo' dudes don't be around 'cuz you'll catch a
If you ain't got beef wit a
be 'round beef
You be on yo' back

Oh it ain't my fault, dead these niggas
Can't move we infrared these
We'll do these niggas, black these niggas
Close casket boys, black suit these niggas

We'll blast these niggas, walk these niggas
And ride on these bustas, just keep mashin' these
And after we do it toss the tec and ghetto
I know not else but to fuckin' floss the set

You ain't ask who's hot? Who's on top?
I question to ask y'all for real, Tru or not
If I got two guns, I'm sure one gon'
If I got two niggas out when I bust

One gon' duck, the one wildin' the most
That's the one I'ma bust, he still after that
I'ma give him two he don't think one was enough

I say, roll, roll, roll your dough up and the street
On the and fifteenth you don't have my money
Me and my we gon' bring that heat, ya heard me

Roll, roll, your dough up and down the street
On the and fifteenth you don't have my money
Me and my boys we gon' that heat, ya heard me