Luyện nghe bài hát Roll Out

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?
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 creepin' in backyards, dippin' in ways
My brother in the 360, I'm in a
We piled ride high, on low pros
Petey in the back of us, with his rov

Bold ladies sittin' in back, one 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 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 ball, walk before we crawl
here, this here, is that party 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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Bring the
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Roughest, toughest, fastest, one of the
asses, tickin' on a Timbaland classic
Layin' in traffic, shiftin' in the automatic
Tryin' to get past this old in a Maverick

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

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

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

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

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

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

out
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Get
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Get girls
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Get boys
(Roll)
Hit the
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the noise
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out
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Get
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Get your
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Get boys
(Roll)
Hit the
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Bring the
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All I do is to Eightball, with the hoes on call
High in my gas tank and eat raw franks
Grill in my bed and serve two steak and
And I'm scheming on your
With on condom and

get it twisted, I'm gold toothed and two fisted
Both arms to roll, chrome-wristed
I'm being beserk, I go to work
the boss, "Go 'head
Give me some and hot sauce"

With an a track of Diana playing
And drunk off moonshine
I out and woke up at noontime
it was crack of dawn, but ass was in my face
Said them was Versache, I thought she had Versace

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

out
(Roll)
Get
(Roll)
Get girls
(Roll)
Get your
(Roll)
Hit the
(Roll)
the noise
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