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 our rocks

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

bag of that raw we hustle in the park
From dusk to dawn 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 with you
Go to the pen, don't fuck no rats
See this is real, I sleep with one eye open
See in the ghetto, niggas gotta be totin'

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

I say, roll, roll, roll your 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

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

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

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

Told my dog believe you we can 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, that's the way the go down

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 bring that heat, ya heard me

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

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

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

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

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

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

You ain't ask who's hot? Who's on top?
I gotta to ask y'all 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 bust, he still trippin' after that
I'ma give him two he don't think one was enough

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