Luyện nghe bài hát Roll Roll

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 sell our

no block 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 from dawn to dark
Now if you tweakin', boy you better be
But if you beefin', nigga you 'bout to be

Me and my dogs, we don't with you cats
Go to the pen, don't fuck with no
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 if I die, write my name in the sky
My niggas bust yo' ass y'all know why

I say, roll, roll, roll dough up and down the street
On the first and fifteenth you have my money
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' bring heat, ya heard me

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

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

Told my dog you we can rule the world
He listen, he'd rather stuff his nose with furl
found him dead in the project, brains on the ground
When you a fiend, that's the way the go down

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

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

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

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

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

We'll blast 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 not else but to fuckin' floss the set

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

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

I say, roll, roll, roll your 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

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