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 sell our rocks

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

bag of that raw we hustle in the park
From dusk to dawn nigga from dawn to
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 shit is real, I sleep one eye open
See in the ghetto, gotta be pistol totin'

A fuckin' grams that's what I'm workin' with
short on the D, you know what 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 bust yo' ass y'all gon' why

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

I say, 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

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

Run the block all week, trying to the cops
Niggas prayin' on my before my album drops
My niggas wearin' wires, Feds 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 stuff his nose with furl
They found him dead in the project, on the ground
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 you don't have my money
Me and my we gon' bring that heat, ya heard me

Roll, roll, roll your dough up and the street
On the and fifteenth you don't have 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 what I'ma do
Put my so far up yo' ass I'd probably lose my shoe
That nigga chokin', coughin' up blood

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

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

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

We'll blast these niggas, walk these niggas
And on these bustas, just keep mashin' 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 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 wildin' out when I bust

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

I say, 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

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