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 niggas we could sell our

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

Every bag of that raw we hustle in the
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 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, niggas be pistol totin'

A thousand fuckin' grams that's what I'm workin'
Come short on the D, you know you twerkin' wit
murder, 187, I represent 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, 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

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 gon' bring that heat, ya me

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

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

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

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 gon' bring that heat, ya me

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'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 chokin', motherfucker coughin' up blood

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

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

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

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

You ain't gotta ask hot? 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 gon' duck, the one that's the most
That's the one bust, he still trippin' after that
I'ma him two 'cuz he don't think one was enough

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 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