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 to open up shop
Hot boy nigga grab the
So me and my niggas we could sell our

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

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

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

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

It's a problem, I get my hands dirty wit ya
Tellin' if we gon' get ya, chopper split ya
A young soldier to rule the world with riches
Ask P to use Hummer so I can fuck some bitches

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

Told my dog you we can rule the world
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, the way the game go down

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 dough up and down the
On the first and fifteenth you have my money
Me and my boys we bring that heat, ya heard me

I'm from the [Incomprehensible] too
Come fuckin' around wit me, no tellin' what I'ma do
Put my so far up yo' ass I'd probably lose my shoe
That nigga chokin', motherfucker up blood

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

You and yo' don't 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 my fault, we'll dead these niggas
move we infrared these niggas
We'll do niggas, black proof these niggas
Close casket these boys, black suit 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 not else but to fuckin' floss the set

You ain't ask who's hot? Who's on top?
I gotta question to ask for real, Tru or not
If I got two guns, I'm sure one bust
If I got two niggas out when I bust

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

I say, roll, roll, roll your dough up and 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 first and fifteenth you don't have my
Me and my boys we gon' that heat, ya heard me