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

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

Bold ladies sittin' in back, one in the front
No in here, so put out your freakin' blunt
This how we gon' do it, so pay to the rules
in sexy 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 before we
This here, this here, is that y'all

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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 past old couple in a Maverick

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

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

blowin' 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

out
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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 your
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Get boys
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Hit the
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the noise
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Catch me in a and her name is Kim
Tryna tell you who I hit I ran out of Bim
Fast food so dangerous I'm crackin' my rim
Like why Bell drive-through so damn slim

I'm out too, no top on the Benz
Big body, too, like I walked out the gym
Man, I'm speeding through, not feeling 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 no money to spend
And every kid walk in, cashier turning again
So it's a good thing lady walked in her twins

out
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the noise
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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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All I do is listen to Eightball, the hoes on call
High dank in my gas and eat raw franks
Grill in my bed and two steak and siemen
And I'm scheming on your
With on condom and

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

With an a track of 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 was Versache, I thought she had Versace

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Get girls
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Get your
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Hit the
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