Luyện nghe bài hát Roll Call

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

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

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

Colorado fa sho, say that 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 waiting for, you the rapper they 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 know '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 suggest that you get to shaking the spot and just switch
I wouldn't stop if he told me, if him and Kent was dating
'Cause he couldn't spit hotter than me pussy was kissing Satan

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

Who? Hell naw, who? naw
He told me a different story then the one he to tell y'all
Hell naw, who? Hell naw
I wan' diss my old dog so I'ma chunk a deuce for Paul

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

A month and it's just my check and even got to my savings
The money the bank is saving, plus the money my safe is
Let's flame him since he say that he
He blew up quick and was there to save him

Keep it I tried to but you know I'm a rider
Get respect in and all the way down to
Florida DJ Smallz, Atlanta with DJ
Off this money I make, I'll probably go hit the

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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