Luyện nghe bài hát Roll Call

Attention, kids
I know, you're of his
If it no Cham, then it ain't gon' jam
I threw it off a

And if it hurts your
And you're tired, of what you
Homie no fear, the Messiah's here
We gon' it down, this year, yeah

A.N.I. out in Cleveland, out in taller
Music in Abilene, waiting for my arrival
Music in V.A., say hey ain't nobody tighter
Super Sounds in Atlanta like where that Mix Tap

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

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

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

I know the is waiting for Controversy to sail
Most of the rest of the real niggaz locked and made bail
Pimp, Z-Ro, 50/50 locked up behind
'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 tell
Hell naw, who? Hell naw
I wan' diss my old dog so I'ma chunk a deuce for Paul

Who DSR that he make more than me and P
And my nigga Slim Thee, Jones could it be
You could of praised my body 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 and ain't even got to my savings
The the bank is saving, plus the money my safe is saving
flame him since he say that he blazing
He blew up quick and nobody was there to him

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

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

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

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

I've your chain but I how much it cost
You be like E.S.G. and let your body defrost
the studio that you was saying, was Swishahouse
But that was Tow Down's studio and was the South

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

What you say now? Dike is a clown
Come around and you gon' get beat down
Man hold up I'm in the club, sipping
And niggaz getting tired of Dike in D-Town

And a one and a two and a three
Who he messing with? Man it sho nobody
Pass me the Nina, worry I got it
Whodie I'll blow his chest up, he have nobody

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

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

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