Luyện nghe bài hát Roll Out

Hey y'all, can y'all do for me?
Can y'all bounce, can y'all bounce,
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 bounce, what?
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 in back, one ridin' in the front
No in here, so put out your 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 full of, of surprise
That's how we're gonna ball, walk before we
This here, this here, is party y'all

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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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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the noise
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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 this old couple in a Maverick

my horn at 'em, flickin' on my hazards
G. callin' me, on his phone laughin'
Thinkin' his chick hang out the 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 sittin' on the trunk, droppin' wine glasses

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

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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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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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 so damn slim

I'm out north too, no top on the
Big body, too, just I walked out the gym
Man, I'm through, not just feeling the wind
Look, the needle to the gas tank is at the end

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

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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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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All I do is to Eightball, with the hoes on call
dank in my gas tank and eat raw franks
Grill in my bed and serve two steak and
And I'm on your daughter
With on 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 playing
And drunk off 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
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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 your
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Hit the
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Bring the
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