Luyện nghe bài hát Let Me Roll

Ah, it's jumpin' off in H-Town,
He he he
for the funk lovers
it to me

And we really want the world to see
How it
We want your mind to blow,
you free your mind and let it float

Let me
We your mind to blow
Just let us with you

Hangin' in the hood, just shootin' the
My partners on the cut smokin' swisher
Trippin' on the hoochies, by in they rides
Guzzlin' up a forty ounce of cold St.

Jammin' to a tape to my partner had
Growin' up in the bein' mixed with Face
Swisher sweet's a killer, nothin' but nice
Reached in my for the old school dice

out a knot and dropped the dice on the flo'
And my partner Mike what they hittin' fo'
Pulled out a and said, "We bettin' a dove"
Tee Lee Baby, your partner some love

Kickin' back fadin', put the to the joint
3-2, drop baby, 3-2's your
in the do' with a fo' and a ace
Picked up his ends and the dice in my face

And he hollered out, "School house"
'em again, now D's come in ounce
And away from the crap game broke
But it ain't no thing, yo, let a brother smoke

Let me
We want your to blow
Just got things to do

Back on the creep losin' some change
my partner [unverified], Big Chief and James
Creepin' on the boulevard, a fool
on the broads at the old school

Music bumpin' hard, never turnin' it
Trunk super tight surround-by sound
Paint job crackin' 'cause the ain't fade
that brand new 2Low tape

Windows all smokey, coke-laced seed
I'm throwin' up the to the HPD
Now they lookin crazy I sold the hay
Just day in the heart of S.A.
Roll a further there, I seen O.G.
his brother named [unverified], S.A. O.G.

They up the hood, so I'm chunkin' it back
And then they pulled out a 200 sack
I saw it I almost choked
Twist your one, big baby
Just let partner smoke

Let me
We want your mind to
We got some to do

Smokin' on some lovely, now I'm feelin'
jumpin' off at the 9.9
5th Ward in the house the S.A. fools
Ain't no set 'cause we all so cool

Drinkin' up the bottle, gettin' drunk as a
That 151 ain't no punk
Hit the stage and grabbed the mic and flexin' styles
A stage of tight MC's goin buckwild

Now your hands in the air like that
On the of steel is my homie Lonnie Mack
down on his own
Now I'm finna pass my Jay the microphone

your hands in the air like that
Northside where you at, where you at, you at?
Throw your hands in the air like
Southside you at, where you at, where you at?

Throw your hands in the air like
Eastside you at, where you at, where you at?
Throw your hands in the air that
Westside where you at, where you at, you at?

Let me
We your mind to blow
Let me
We want your mind to

We got things to do
Just let us with you
We drink for you
My partner