Luyện nghe bài hát Roll Roll

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

Every bag of 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, fuck with no rats
See this shit is real, I sleep one eye open
See in the ghetto, gotta be pistol totin'

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

You ain't gotta ask who's hot? 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 out when I bust

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

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

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