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 y'all do 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 y'all do 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 ride high, on low pros
Petey in the of us, with his range rov

Bold ladies sittin' in back, one ridin' in the
No in here, so put out your freakin' 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 ours
For that alcohol is full of, of surprise
how we're gonna ball, walk 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 Timbaland
in traffic, shiftin' gears in the automatic
Tryin' to get past this old couple in a

Beepin' my at 'em, flickin' on my hazards
G. me, on his cell phone laughin'
Thinkin' his hang out the sunroof flashin'
I done 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 stripe crammed in they fannies
Whoop, you be Ms. Barry, fine as you is
Tim, pull it over, let 'em ride in

out
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Get your
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Hit the
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Bring the
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out
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Get boys
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Hit the
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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 so damn 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 tank is at the end

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

out
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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 girls
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Get your
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Hit the
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the noise
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All I do is listen to Eightball, the hoes on call
High dank in my gas tank and eat raw
Grill in my bed and two steak and siemen
And I'm scheming on your
on condom and Clairborne

Don't get it twisted, I'm gold toothed and two
Both ready to roll, chrome-wristed
I'm past beserk, I go to work
the boss, "Go 'head
Give me some and hot sauce"

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

out
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Get girls
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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
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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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