Luyện nghe bài hát Roll Out

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

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

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

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

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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out
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Get
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Get girls
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Get your
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Hit the
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the noise
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Roughest, toughest, fastest, one of the
asses, tickin' on a Timbaland classic
Layin' in traffic, gears in the automatic
Tryin' to get past this old in a Maverick

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

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

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

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

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

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

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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the noise
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out
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Get
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Get girls
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Get your
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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 in my gas tank and eat raw franks
Grill in my bed and serve two steak and
And I'm on your daughter
With on and Clairborne

Don't get it twisted, I'm gold toothed and two
arms ready to roll, chrome-wristed
I'm past 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 woke up at
Thought it was crack of dawn, but ass was in my
Said them was Versache, I thought she had Versace

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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out
(Roll)
Get
(Roll)
Get girls
(Roll)
Get boys
(Roll)
Hit the
(Roll)
Bring the
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