Luyện nghe bài hát Roll Out

Hey y'all, can y'all do for me?
Can bounce, can y'all bounce, what?
Hey y'all, can do something for me?
Can y'all bounce, bounce, bounce,

Hey y'all, can do something for me?
Can y'all bounce, can bounce, what?
Hey y'all, can do something for me?
Ficky, ficky, ficky, ficky,

I be creepin' in backyards, dippin' in alley
My in the 360, I'm in a escalade
We ride high, sittin' on low pros
Petey in the back of us, with his rov

Bold sittin' in back, one ridin' in the front
No smokin' in here, so put out your freakin'
how we gon' do it, so pay attention to the rules
Women in sexy gear, draws down and no

why we keep it live, 'cuz we keep ours alive
For that alcohol is full of, of surprise
That's how we're ball, walk before we crawl
This here, this here, is that party

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Roughest, toughest, fastest, one of the
Rappin' asses, on a Timbaland classic
Layin' in traffic, shiftin' in the automatic
Tryin' to get this old couple in a Maverick

my horn at 'em, flickin' on my hazards
G. callin' me, on his phone laughin'
Thinkin' his chick out the sunroof flashin'
I done went in the grass, like to kill a

back into traffic, radio blastin'
Slammed on the brakes, ya old
Tim zig-zaggin', hell, he in the
And girls sittin' on the trunk, droppin' wine

Wind blowin' dresses up, off the panties
Polka-dot stripe thongs crammed in fannies
Whoop, you be Ms. Barry, fine as you is
Tim, it over, let 'em ride in here

out
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Get your
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Get your
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Hit the
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the noise
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out
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Get
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Get girls
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Get boys
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Hit the
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Bring the
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Catch me in a chick and her is Kim
Tryna you who I hit 'cuz I ran out of Bim
Fast food so dangerous that I'm my rim
Like why Taco Bell so damn slim

I'm out too, no top on the Benz
Big body, too, just I walked out the gym
Man, I'm through, not just feeling the wind
Look, the needle to the gas tank is at the end

Now, I'm needing to sin, again
Pumpin' gas in the with no money to spend
And every kid that walk in, cashier again
So it's a good thing that lady walked in her

out
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Get girls
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Get boys
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Hit the
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the noise
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out
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Get
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Get your
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Get boys
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Hit the
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Bring the
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All I do is listen to Eightball, with the on call
High dank in my gas tank and eat raw
Grill in my bed and serve two and siemen
And I'm scheming on your
With on and Clairborne

Don't get it twisted, I'm gold and two fisted
arms ready to roll, chrome-wristed
I'm past beserk, I go to work
the boss, "Go 'head
Give me some and hot sauce"

With an a track of Diana Ross
And off some moonshine
I passed out and woke up at
Thought it was of dawn, but ass was in my face
Said them draws was Versache, I she had Versace

out
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Get
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Get your
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Get your
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Hit the
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Bring the
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out
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Get
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Get girls
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Get boys
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Hit the
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the noise
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