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

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

Bold ladies sittin' in back, one ridin' in the
No smokin' in here, so put out freakin' blunt
how we gon' do it, so pay attention to the rules
Women in gear, draws down 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 we crawl
This here, this here, is party y'all

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Roughest, toughest, fastest, one of the
Rappin' asses, tickin' on a classic
in traffic, shiftin' gears 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 hang out the sunroof flashin'
I done went in the grass, like to kill a

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

Wind dresses 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 ride in

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me in a chick and her name is Kim
Tryna you who I hit 'cuz I ran out of Bim
Fast food so that I'm crackin' my rim
Like why Taco Bell so damn slim

I'm out too, no top on the Benz
Big body, too, just I walked 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 needing to sin, again
Pumpin' gas in the Benz no money to spend
And every kid that in, cashier turning again
So it's a good thing lady walked in her twins

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Hit the
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All I do is to Eightball, with the hoes on call
High dank in my gas tank and eat raw
in my bed and serve two steak and siemen
And I'm on your daughter
on condom and Clairborne

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

With an a track of Diana Ross
And drunk off moonshine
I passed out and woke up at
Thought it was of dawn, but ass was in my face
Said draws was Versache, I thought she had Versace

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Hit the
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