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 y'all do 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 y'all do for me?
Ficky, ficky, ficky, ficky,

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

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

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

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 boys
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Hit the
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the noise
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Roughest, toughest, fastest, one of the
Rappin' asses, tickin' on a Timbaland
Layin' in traffic, shiftin' in the automatic
to get past this old couple in a Maverick

Beepin' my horn at 'em, on my hazards
G. callin' me, on his cell laughin'
Thinkin' his hang out the sunroof flashin'
I done went in the grass, to kill a rabbit

Swerve into traffic, radio blastin'
on the brakes, ya old bastard
Tim zig-zaggin', hell, he in the
And girls on the trunk, droppin' wine glasses

blowin' dresses up, showin' off the panties
Polka-dot stripe thongs in they fannies
Whoop, you could be Ms. Barry, 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 your
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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 boys
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Hit the
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Bring the
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Catch me in a chick and her is Kim
Tryna you who I hit 'cuz I ran out of Bim
Fast food so dangerous that I'm my rim
Like why Taco Bell drive-through so damn

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

Now, I'm to sin, lying again
Pumpin' gas in the Benz with no 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 boys
(Roll)
Hit the
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Bring the
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out
(Roll)
Get
(Roll)
Get girls
(Roll)
Get boys
(Roll)
Hit the
(Roll)
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 serve two steak and
And I'm scheming on your
on condom and Clairborne

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

With an a of Diana Ross playing
And drunk off some
I passed out and up at noontime
Thought it was crack of dawn, but ass was in my
Said draws was Versache, I thought she had Versace

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