Luyện nghe bài hát Roll Roll

Ain't no too hot
Me and my 'bout to open 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 we could sell our rocks

Every bag of that raw we in the park
From dusk to nigga from dawn to dark
Now if you tweakin', boy you better be
But if you beefin', nigga you to be sleepin'

Me and my dogs, we fuck with you cats
Go to the pen, fuck with no rats
See this is real, I sleep with one eye open
See in the ghetto, niggas gotta be pistol

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

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

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

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

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

I'm from the [Incomprehensible] too
Come fuckin' around wit me, no tellin' what I'ma do
Put my so far up yo' ass I'd probably lose my shoe
That chokin', motherfucker coughin' up blood

fuck the Heimlich maneuver
You don't that drama to come to you
Yo' to come do you
'Cuz hot will run ya through ya

You and yo' dudes don't be '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 ain't my fault, we'll dead these
Can't we infrared these niggas
We'll do niggas, black proof these niggas
Close casket boys, black suit these niggas

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

You gotta ask who's 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 niggas wildin' out I bust

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

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 gon' bring that heat, ya me

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