Luyện nghe bài hát Let Me Roll

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

And we want the whole 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
let us hang with you

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

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

Pulled out a and dropped the dice on the flo'
And asked my partner Mike what they 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, drop baby, your point
in the do' with a fo' and a ace
Picked up his ends and waved the dice in my

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

Let me
We want mind to blow
Just got some to do

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

Music bumpin' hard, turnin' it down
Trunk super tight with sound
Paint job crackin' 'cause the punch fade
Jammin' that new 2Low tape

Windows all smokey, blowin' seed
I'm up the deuce to the HPD
Now they lookin like I sold the hay
another day in the heart of S.A.
Roll a little there, I seen O.G.
his brother named [unverified], S.A. O.G.

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

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

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

Drinkin' up the bottle, drunk as a skunk
151 just ain't no punk
Hit the stage and the mic and started flexin' styles
A stage full of tight MC's buckwild

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

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

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

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

We got some to do
let us hang with you
We some for you
My Jay's