Luyện nghe bài hát Roll Roll

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

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

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

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

I say, roll, roll, roll dough 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

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

Run the block all week, trying to dodge the
Niggas prayin' on my death before my drops
My wearin' wires, Feds tappin' my phone
a check 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 in the project, brains on the ground
When you a fiend, the way the game go down

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

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

I'm from the [Incomprehensible] 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 chokin', motherfucker coughin' up blood

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

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

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

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

You gotta 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 gon'
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 still trippin' after
I'ma give him two 'cuz he don't think one was

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 gon' bring that heat, ya me

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