Luyện nghe bài hát Roll Out

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

Hey y'all, can y'all do 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 alley
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 in back, one ridin' in the front
No smokin' in here, so put out your freakin'
This how we do it, so pay attention to the rules
Women in sexy gear, draws down and no

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

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out
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Roughest, toughest, fastest, one of the
asses, tickin' on a Timbaland classic
Layin' in traffic, gears in the automatic
Tryin' to get this old couple in a Maverick

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

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

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 girls
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Get boys
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Hit the
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Bring the
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me in a chick and her name is Kim
Tryna tell you who I hit I ran out of Bim
food so dangerous that I'm crackin' my rim
Like why Taco Bell drive-through so 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 the wind
Look, the needle to the gas is right at the end

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

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 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, with the hoes on
High dank in my gas tank and eat raw
Grill in my bed and serve two steak and
And I'm on your daughter
on condom and Clairborne

Don't get it twisted, I'm 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 Ross
And drunk off some
I passed out and woke up at
Thought it was crack of dawn, but ass was in my
Said them draws was Versache, I thought she had

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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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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