Luyện nghe bài hát Roll Out

Hey y'all, can do something for me?
Can y'all bounce, can bounce, what?
Hey y'all, can do something for me?
Can bounce, 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 in backyards, dippin' 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
This how we do it, so pay attention to the rules
Women in gear, draws down and no shoes

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

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out
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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 old couple in a Maverick

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

Swerve into traffic, radio blastin'
on the brakes, ya old bastard
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 crammed in they fannies
Whoop, you be Ms. Barry, fine as you is
Tim, it over, let 'em ride in here

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Hit the
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out
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Get your
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Hit the
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Catch me in a and her name is Kim
tell you who I hit 'cuz I ran out of Bim
Fast so dangerous that I'm crackin' my rim
Like why Taco Bell drive-through so damn

I'm out north too, no top on the
Big body, too, just I walked out the gym
Man, I'm speeding through, not just 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 walk in, cashier turning again
So it's a thing that lady walked in her twins

out
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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 girls
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Get boys
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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 dank in my gas tank and eat raw
in my bed and serve two steak and siemen
And I'm scheming on your
on condom and Clairborne

Don't get it twisted, I'm toothed and two fisted
Both arms to roll, chrome-wristed
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 off some moonshine
I passed out and up at noontime
it was crack of dawn, but ass was in my face
Said them draws was Versache, I thought she had

out
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Get girls
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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 your
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Get boys
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Hit the
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the noise
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