Luyện nghe bài hát Roll Roll

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

no block too hot
Me and my 'bout to open up shop
Hot boy nigga grab the
So me and my we could sell our rocks

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

Me and my dogs, we fuck 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, niggas gotta be pistol

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

I say, roll, roll, roll your up and down the street
On the first and fifteenth you have my money
Me and my boys we 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

It's a problem, I get my hands dirty wit ya
Tellin' if we gon' come get ya, 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
Niggas prayin' on my death my album drops
My niggas wearin' wires, Feds tappin' my
Send a to IRS so they can leave me alone

Told my dog believe you we can rule the
He didn't listen, 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 game go

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 gon' that heat, ya heard me

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

I'm from the chopper too
fuckin' 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 nigga chokin', coughin' up blood

Well fuck the maneuver
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 wit a nigga
be 'round beef
You won't be on yo'

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

We'll blast these niggas, past these niggas
And ride on these bustas, keep mashin' these niggas
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? 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 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 one was enough

I say, roll, roll, roll your 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 bring that heat, ya heard me