Luyện nghe bài hát Roll Roll

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

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

Every bag of that raw we in the park
From dusk to dawn nigga from 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 with you cats
Go to the pen, fuck with no rats
See this shit is real, I sleep with one eye
See in the ghetto, gotta be pistol totin'

A fuckin' grams that's what I'm workin' with
Come on the D, you know what you twerkin' wit
It's murder, 187, I represent the third
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 your dough up and the street
On the first and you don't have my money
Me and my boys we bring that heat, ya heard me

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

Run the block all week, trying to the cops
Niggas prayin' on my death my album 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, rather stuff his nose with furl
They found him dead in the project, on the ground
you a fiend, that's 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' bring heat, ya heard me

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

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

fuck the Heimlich maneuver
You want that drama to come to you
Yo' to come do you
'Cuz hot 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
be 'round beef
You won't be on yo'

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

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

You ain't gotta ask who's 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 I bust

One gon' duck, the one that's wildin' the
That's the one I'ma bust, he 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 have my
Me and my boys we gon' bring heat, ya heard me

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' that heat, ya heard me