Luyện nghe bài hát Roll Roll

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

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

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

A thousand grams that's what I'm workin' with
Come short on the D, you know what you wit
murder, 187, I represent the third ward
We tote mac 11's if I die, write my 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 we gon' bring that heat, ya heard me

I say, roll, roll, roll your dough up and down the
On the first and fifteenth you have my money
Me and my boys we gon' bring heat, ya heard me

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

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

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

I'm from the chopper too
Come fuckin' around wit me, no tellin' what I'ma do
Put my foot so far up yo' ass I'd lose my shoe
That nigga chokin', coughin' up blood

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

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

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

We'll these niggas, walk 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 but to fuckin' floss the set

You ain't gotta ask who's hot? 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 niggas wildin' out when I

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

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 bring that 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