Luyện nghe bài hát Roll Call

Attention, little
I know, fans of his
If it ain't no Cham, then it ain't jam
I it off a bridge

And if it hurts ears
And you're tired, of you hear
Homie no fear, the Messiah's here
We gon' shut it down, this year,

A.N.I. out in Cleveland, Eminem out in
Lucky Music in Abilene, waiting for my
Music City in V.A., say hey ain't tighter
Super Sounds in Atlanta like that Mix Tap Messiah

Colorado fa sho, they say Koopa's on fire
Ask James at Eackazam, he'll you I'm no liar
Been in the game for a minute, I'm one of the suppliers
I'm the rapper they waiting for, you the rapper tired of

How the hell you say you up so quick and then rub it in
When you ain't seen a royalty check and nothing 'bout publishing
I sorry for the thirteen year old teenagers, who loving him
They try to tangle with the sharks but I'm sorry, he doesn't

I'ma rip off another limb, no for partici-hating
I suggest that you get to the spot and just switch locations
I wouldn't stop if he me, if him and Clark Kent was dating
'Cause he couldn't spit hotter than me that was kissing Satan

I know the public is waiting for to sail
of the rest of the real niggaz locked and ain't made bail
Pimp, Z-Ro, 50/50 up behind jail
'Cause of snitch figga ass niggaz like Dike Jones to tell

Who? Hell naw, Hell naw
He told me a different story then the one he trying to y'all
Who? Hell naw, who? naw
I don't wan' diss my old dog so I'ma chunk a deuce for

Who told DSR that he make more me and P
And my nigga Thee, Dike Jones could it be
You could of praised my whole and couldn't afford a sleeve
I don't even drop a CD and still clear than forty G's

A month and it's just my check and ain't got to my savings
The money the bank is saving, plus the money my safe is
Let's flame him he say that he blazing
He blew up quick and nobody was to save him

Keep it cool I tried to but you know I'm a
Get in Louisiana and all the way down to
Florida DJ Smallz, Atlanta DJ Drama
Off this money I make, probably go hit the Bahamas

Get respect in Cali, they popping collars
Get respect of the streets, you get to tollers
So I'm trying to say is, I'ma be here regardless
I'm the rapper waiting for, you the rapper they tired of

Tha-thank you Chamillion, um, you heard it here
At work your booty, Pimp radio station, um
seems to be an excessive amount of fraud artists out here
And we have a couple of artists here feel the same way
Uh, let me hear what you have to say sir

Let me silence all the talk, match up with my vault
You ain't getting no from real G's on the North
You get put in duct tape, you cupcake you too
Ain't no rapper got broke off hard since Tha Boss

I've seen your but I how much it cost
You can't be like E.S.G. and let your defrost
Seen the studio that you was saying, was
But was Tow Down's studio and that was the South

You in the dope game
Real know, he wasn't moving cocaine
Real niggaz po' a whole cup of drank
Niggaz I know, ain't repeating name

What you gonna say Dike is a clown
Come hurry and you gon' get beat down
Man hold up I'm in the club, crown
And getting tired of Dike Jones in D-Town

And a one and a two and a three
Who he with? Man it sho ain't nobody
me the Nina, don't worry I got it
Whodie I'll blow his chest up, he won't nobody

I was gripping on my steal and wheel, wood wheel
on the radio, I couldn't feel, couldn't feel
Popped in a grey 'cause I'm trill
gimmick nigga, nigga, get real, get real

But nigga don't make me grab this
Pull it, I'll your crew
you don't represent the real
My nigga, don't say you do

I turn scene, to a crime scene
Don't me, yellow tape your shoe
DJ Screw, elevated Screw
And Screw, you
Man bring it back, I'm it