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 bounce, 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 creepin' in backyards, dippin' in alley
My in the 360, I'm in a escalade
We piled ride high, sittin' on low
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
how we gon' do it, so pay attention to the rules
Women in sexy gear, draws and no shoes

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

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

Beepin' my at 'em, flickin' 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' glasses

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

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

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

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

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

get it twisted, I'm gold toothed and two fisted
Both arms ready to roll,
I'm past beserk, I go to work
Tell the boss, "Go
Give me some and hot sauce"

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

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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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