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

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

Bold ladies sittin' in back, one in the front
No smokin' in here, so put out your blunt
how we gon' do it, so pay attention to the rules
Women in sexy gear, draws and no shoes

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

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

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

Roughest, toughest, fastest, one of the
Rappin' asses, on a Timbaland classic
in traffic, shiftin' gears in the automatic
Tryin' to get past this old in a Maverick

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

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' wine

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

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

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

Catch me in a chick and her 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 so damn slim

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

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

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

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

All I do is listen to Eightball, with the on call
High in my gas tank and eat raw franks
in my bed and serve two steak and siemen
And I'm scheming on daughter
With on and Clairborne

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

With an a track of Diana Ross
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

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

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