Luyện nghe bài hát Roll Roll

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

no block too hot
Me and my niggas to open up shop
Hot boy nigga the glock
So me and my we could sell our rocks

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

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

A fuckin' grams that's what I'm workin' with
Come short on the D, you know what you 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 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

I say, roll, roll, roll dough 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

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

Run the block all week, to dodge the cops
Niggas on my death before my album drops
My wearin' wires, Feds tappin' my phone
Send a check to IRS so they can me alone

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

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

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

I'm from the [Incomprehensible] too
fuckin' around wit me, ain't no tellin' what I'ma do
Put my foot so far up yo' ass I'd probably my shoe
nigga chokin', motherfucker coughin' up blood

Well the Heimlich maneuver
You don't want that drama to to you
Yo' mama to do you
'Cuz hot will run ya through ya

You and yo' dudes be around 'cuz you'll catch a contact
If you ain't got wit a nigga
Don't be beef
You won't be on yo'

Oh it ain't my fault, we'll dead these
Can't move we infrared these
We'll do these niggas, black these niggas
Close casket these boys, black these niggas

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

You ain't gotta ask hot? Who's on top?
I question 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 when I

One gon' duck, the one that's wildin' the
That's the one I'ma bust, he trippin' after that
I'ma give him two 'cuz he think one was enough

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

Roll, roll, roll your dough up and down the
On the first and fifteenth you have my money
Me and my boys we gon' bring heat, ya heard me