Luyện nghe bài hát Roll Call

Attention, little
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 ears
And tired, of what you hear
Homie no fear, the Messiah's here
We gon' shut it down, year, yeah

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

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

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

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

I the public 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 Jones trying to tell

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

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

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

Keep it cool I to but you know I'm a rider
Get in Louisiana and all the way down to
Florida DJ Smallz, Atlanta with DJ
Off this money I make, I'll 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 waiting for, you the rapper they tired of

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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