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 grab the glock
So me and my niggas we could our rocks

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

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, gotta be pistol totin'

A thousand fuckin' that's what I'm workin' with
Come short on the D, you know you twerkin' wit
It's murder, 187, I the third ward
We tote mac 11's if I die, write my in the sky
My bust yo' ass y'all gon' know why

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

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

Run the block all week, to dodge 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 listen, he'd rather stuff his nose with furl
They found him dead in the project, brains on the
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 have my
Me and my boys we gon' bring heat, ya heard me

Roll, roll, your dough 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 around wit me, ain't 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

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

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

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

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

You ain't gotta ask who's 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 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 down the
On the first and you don't have my money
Me and my boys we gon' bring that heat, ya 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 gon' bring heat, ya heard me