Luyện nghe bài hát Roll Roll

Ain't no too hot
Me and my niggas 'bout to up shop
Hot boy nigga the glock
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 raw we hustle in the park
From dusk to dawn nigga dawn to dark
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 no rats
See shit is real, I sleep with one eye open
See in the ghetto, niggas gotta be pistol

A thousand fuckin' grams that's what I'm workin'
Come short on the D, you know you twerkin' wit
It's murder, 187, I represent the ward
We tote mac if I die, write my name in the sky
My niggas bust yo' ass y'all 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 down the
On the first and fifteenth you don't have my
Me and my boys we gon' that heat, ya heard me

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

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

Told my dog believe you we can rule the
He listen, he'd rather stuff his nose 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 up and down the street
On the first and fifteenth you don't my money
Me and my boys we gon' bring heat, ya heard me

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

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

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

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

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

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

You ain't gotta ask hot? Who's on top?
I gotta question to ask for real, Tru or not
If I got two guns, I'm sure one bust
If I got two wildin' out when I bust

One gon' duck, the one that's wildin' the
the one I'ma bust, he still trippin' after that
I'ma him two 'cuz he don't think one was enough

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

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