Luyện nghe bài hát Roll Roll

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

no block too hot
Me and my niggas 'bout to up shop
Hot boy grab the glock
So me and my we could sell our rocks

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

Me and my dogs, we fuck with you cats
Go to the pen, fuck with no rats
See this shit is real, I sleep one eye open
See in the ghetto, gotta be pistol totin'

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

I say, roll, roll, roll 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

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

a problem, I ain't get my hands dirty wit ya
Tellin' if we gon' get ya, chopper split ya
A young plottin' to rule the world with riches
Ask P to use this Hummer so I can fuck some

Run the block all week, trying to dodge the
Niggas prayin' on my death before my drops
My niggas wires, Feds tappin' my phone
Send a to IRS so they can leave me alone

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

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

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

I'm the [Incomprehensible] chopper too
Come fuckin' around wit me, no tellin' what I'ma do
Put my foot so far up yo' ass I'd lose my shoe
That nigga chokin', coughin' up blood

fuck the Heimlich maneuver
You want that drama to come to you
Yo' mama to do you
'Cuz hot iron run ya through ya

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

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

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

You gotta ask who's hot? Who's on top?
I gotta question to ask for real, Tru or not
If I got two guns, I'm sure one bust
If I got two niggas wildin' out I bust

One gon' duck, the one that's the most
the one I'ma bust, he still trippin' 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 boys we gon' that heat, ya heard me

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