Luyện nghe bài hát Roll Out

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

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

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

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

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

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Roughest, toughest, fastest, one of the
Rappin' asses, tickin' on a Timbaland
Layin' in traffic, shiftin' gears in the
Tryin' to get past this old in a Maverick

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

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

Wind dresses up, showin' off the panties
Polka-dot thongs crammed in they fannies
Whoop, you could be Ms. Barry, as you is
Tim, pull it over, let 'em in here

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out
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Catch me in a chick and her is Kim
tell you who I hit 'cuz I ran out of Bim
Fast food so that I'm crackin' my rim
Like why Taco Bell drive-through so damn

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

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

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out
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Hit the
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All I do is listen to Eightball, with the hoes on
dank in my gas tank and eat raw franks
Grill in my bed and two steak and siemen
And I'm scheming on daughter
on condom and Clairborne

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

an a track of Diana Ross playing
And drunk off moonshine
I passed out and up at noontime
Thought it was crack of dawn, but ass was in my
Said them draws was Versache, I thought she had

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Hit the
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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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the noise
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