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 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 in the 360, I'm in a escalade
We piled ride high, on low pros
Petey in the back of us, with his 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 attention to the
Women in sexy gear, down and no shoes

That's why we keep it live, 'cuz we keep alive
For that is full of, full of surprise
That's how we're gonna ball, walk we crawl
This here, this here, is that party

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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 this old couple in a Maverick

Beepin' my horn at 'em, flickin' on my
G. callin' me, on his cell phone
Thinkin' his chick hang out the 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 girls sittin' on the trunk, droppin' glasses

Wind blowin' up, showin' 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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out
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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 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, like I walked out the gym
Man, I'm speeding through, not just the wind
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 a good thing that lady walked in her twins

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Get your
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out
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Get your
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Get boys
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Hit 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
in my bed and serve two steak and siemen
And I'm on your daughter
With on and Clairborne

Don't get it twisted, I'm gold toothed and two
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 drunk off moonshine
I passed out and woke up at
Thought it was of dawn, but ass was in my face
Said them draws was Versache, I thought she had

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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 your
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Get boys
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Hit the
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Bring the
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