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

Bold ladies sittin' in back, one in the front
No smokin' in here, so put out your 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 keep alive
For that alcohol is full of, of surprise
That's how we're gonna ball, before we crawl
This here, this here, is that y'all

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

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

back into 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 blowin' up, showin' off the panties
Polka-dot stripe thongs crammed in they
Whoop, you be Ms. Barry, fine as you is
Tim, pull it over, let 'em in here

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Get boys
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Hit the
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Bring the
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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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Catch me in a chick and her is Kim
Tryna tell you who I hit I ran out of Bim
Fast 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 speeding through, not just feeling the
Look, the needle to the gas is right 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, turning again
So a good thing that lady walked in her twins

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Get boys
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out
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Get girls
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Get your
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Hit the
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All I do is listen to Eightball, with the hoes on
High dank in my gas and eat raw franks
Grill in my bed and two steak and siemen
And I'm on your daughter
With on condom and

Don't get it twisted, I'm gold and two fisted
Both arms ready to roll,
I'm past being beserk, I go to
Tell the boss, "Go
Give me sugars and hot sauce"

With an a of Diana Ross playing
And off some moonshine
I out and woke up at noontime
it was crack 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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Hit the
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Hit the
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