Luyện nghe bài hát Let Me Roll

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

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

Let me
We want mind to blow
Just let us hang you

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

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

Pulled out a knot and 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

back fadin', put the flame to the joint
3-2, baby, 3-2's your point
Back in the do' a fo' and a ace
Picked up his ends and waved the in my face

And then he 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 your mind to blow
got some things to do

Back on the creep after losin' some
Seen my [unverified], Big Chief and James
Creepin' on the boulevard, actin' a
Trippin' on the at the old school

bumpin' hard, never turnin' it down
Trunk super tight with sound
Paint job crackin' 'cause the punch fade
that brand new 2Low tape

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

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

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

on some lovely, now I'm feelin' fine
It's off at the 9.9
5th Ward in the house with the S.A.
Ain't no set trippin' we all so cool

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

Now throw your hands in the air that
On the wheels of 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, you at, where you at?
Throw your in the air like that
where you at, where you at, where you at?

Throw hands in the air like that
where 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 some to do
Just let us with you
We some for you
My Jay's