Luyện nghe bài hát Roll Out

Hey y'all, can do something for me?
Can bounce, can y'all bounce, what?
Hey y'all, can y'all do for me?
Can y'all 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 in the 360, I'm in a escalade
We piled ride high, sittin' on low
in the back of us, with his range rov

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

out
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Hit the
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Bring the
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out
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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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All I do is listen to Eightball, the hoes on call
High dank in my gas tank and eat raw
in my bed and serve two steak and siemen
And I'm scheming on daughter
With on and Clairborne

Don't get it twisted, I'm toothed and two fisted
Both arms ready to roll,
I'm past being beserk, I go to
Tell the boss, "Go
me some sugars and hot sauce"

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

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 your
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Hit the
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the noise
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