Luyện nghe bài hát Roll Roll

Ain't no too hot
Me and my niggas 'bout to open up
Hot boy nigga grab the
So me and my we could sell our rocks

Ain't no too hot
Me and my niggas 'bout to up shop
Hot boy grab the glock
So me and my we could sell our rocks

bag of that raw we hustle in the park
From to dawn nigga from dawn to dark
Now if you tweakin', boy you be creepin'
But if you beefin', nigga you to be sleepin'

Me and my dogs, we don't fuck with you
Go to the pen, don't fuck no rats
See this shit is real, I sleep with one eye
See in the ghetto, gotta be pistol totin'

A fuckin' grams that's what I'm workin' with
Come short on the D, you know you twerkin' wit
It's murder, 187, I the third ward
We tote mac 11's if I die, write my in the sky
My niggas yo' ass y'all gon' know why

I say, roll, roll, roll your up and down the street
On the first and fifteenth you don't have my
Me and my boys we bring that heat, ya heard me

I say, roll, roll, roll your dough up and down the
On the first and fifteenth you don't my money
Me and my boys we gon' bring heat, ya heard me

It's a problem, I ain't get my hands wit ya
Tellin' if we gon' come get ya, split ya
A young plottin' to rule the world with riches
Ask P to use this Hummer so I can fuck bitches

Run the block all week, trying to dodge the
Niggas prayin' on my before my album drops
My niggas wearin' wires, tappin' my phone
Send a to IRS so they can leave me alone

Told my dog believe you we can rule the
He didn't listen, he'd rather stuff his with furl
They found him dead in the project, brains on the
When you a fiend, that's the way the go down

I say, roll, roll, roll your up and down the street
On the first and fifteenth you have my money
Me and my boys we gon' that heat, ya heard me

Roll, roll, roll your up and down the street
On the and fifteenth you don't have my money
Me and my boys we gon' that heat, ya heard me

I'm from the chopper too
Come fuckin' around wit me, ain't no tellin' I'ma do
Put my foot so far up yo' ass I'd lose my shoe
That nigga chokin', coughin' up blood

Well fuck the Heimlich
You don't want that drama to to you
Yo' to come do you
hot iron will run ya through ya

You and yo' dudes don't be 'cuz you'll catch a contact
If you ain't got beef wit a
be 'round beef
You be on yo' back

Oh it my fault, we'll dead these niggas
Can't move we these niggas
We'll do these niggas, black proof niggas
Close these boys, black suit these niggas

We'll blast these niggas, walk these niggas
And ride on these bustas, just keep mashin' niggas
And after we do it we'll toss the tec and
Plus I know not else but to floss the set

You gotta ask who's hot? Who's on top?
I gotta to ask y'all for real, Tru or not
If I got two guns, I'm one gon' bust
If I got two niggas wildin' out I bust

One gon' duck, the one that's wildin' the
That's the one I'ma bust, he still trippin' after
I'ma give him two he don't think one was enough

I say, roll, roll, roll dough up and down the street
On the first and fifteenth you have my money
Me and my boys we gon' bring that heat, ya me

Roll, roll, roll your up and down the street
On the and fifteenth you don't have my money
Me and my we gon' bring that heat, ya heard me