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

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

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

Bold ladies in back, one ridin' in the front
No smokin' in here, so put out 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 keep alive
For alcohol is full of, full of surprise
That's how we're ball, walk before we crawl
This here, this here, is party y'all

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

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

back into traffic, radio blastin'
Slammed on the brakes, ya old
Tim zig-zaggin', hell, he in the
And girls sittin' on the trunk, wine glasses

Wind blowin' dresses up, off the panties
Polka-dot stripe crammed 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 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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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 food so dangerous that I'm my rim
Like why Taco Bell drive-through so damn

I'm out north too, no top on the
Big body, too, like 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 needing to sin, again
Pumpin' gas in the Benz with no to spend
And kid that walk in, cashier turning again
So it's a good thing that lady in her twins

out
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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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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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All I do is listen to Eightball, 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 scheming on your
With on condom and

get it twisted, I'm gold toothed and two fisted
Both ready to roll, chrome-wristed
I'm past beserk, I go to work
Tell the boss, "Go
me some sugars and hot sauce"

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

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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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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