Luyện nghe bài hát Roll Somethin

I dont know y'all man
but im to get my motherfuckin smoke on
I want of dat green shit, hell yeah,
burn, all the ghettos, hey wassup kid?

Chorus: Conflict

Roll somethin, somethin
niggas aint talkin bout shit
(bout shit, shit)
somethin, roll somethin
just you just cant hang wit dis
(wit dis, wit dis, wit dis)

One: Wildstyle

Yall niggas aint shit, nothing to with, we too swift
giddy up and get down all you niggas do shit
one rap down round two chop it off cool whip(whip)
runnin rodeo can't ride
fronting in two clips like shocker
evertime I pop you out the box, better move quick flick
comin out of the in this motherfucker
disgusted bustas cant be trusted for nothing
fucking with this wild westside
C-H-I-T-O-W-N and it's on for
nice, no ice, you chase
we niggas up across the nation
wit no dick is thick
and at them like Hitler (fuck you)
act like you dont me then,
wake up we in your chin
we embursted with a and be worse
and kick first now vice-versa
two feet first they kick first and
the winning 'cause I'm first at somethin

Verse Never

Put it on your ass
we kill up bad (kill em up bad)
Hold that one shit you fucking with the flick
you was that shit but you couldnt last
bring to you knockin down your door
tryin to some chunks out yo rump,
at night to the broad
if you gang fight droppin yall one by one,
coming at them the quickness with the flickness,
gonna sign death wish
'cause you get dealt with,
slappin you makin sure your eyes closed
take em out by and blindfold
with the foot on your you know the rest nigga
got us off die for mine, raise up get blazed
anyways get your laying in the grave,
pop em, em, re-cock em,
then squeeze we deceased to be the defeated,
repeat em and treat em like em rights
I aint brag but the man cant hang
the bogus man
treat a punk ass trick,
put a row gonna be closed
serious nigga fuck that
try to fuck us we be blasting, smashin

Verse Coldhard

Buck buck, pump pump, drop,
we drop, bluck, hit you wit da
what da run up your debt wit no sweat and we dont regret
your click,
fuck you bitch, pull out the that got yo dangling
picture with a nigga now figure let you big up (?)
got me strapped in, bust a cap, but I'm warnin ya, dont none
start shit you just cant finish,
be the end, and the family
it gotta be this way but I'm sick get a gangsta plate
so now i got a rodeo, one then blow me up, up, up
and away, with my it aint no thang,
spoil your dreams, a theme
we dont want any crap, I'm clean,
snatch that hoe and them dividends
I I'm gonna fuck you, what can i do about me? Hennessy
you inferior to the new king what you a silent scream

Verse Four:

Come, (Come) her ass and cum(?) and be up
send the same aint buy not shit where motherfuckers from
(????) shit that can get you straight the fuck out
you a bitch, a person,
just stop cursin' thats why I'm refrainin hurtin yo ass
punk nigga,trick nigga, nigga, fag,
say smart and watch you get tagged
wit a bat,
who got so scared when soem yo ass nigga
act a bitch start to cry (?) ready supplies,
get em fight to the death and I won't be denied
your life Pete's eye
mother on rye them thangs'll die,
touch me I'm alive, why set yo ass to bitch (?)
snap off your two right quick
niggas aint talking bout nothin
and shit to with, roll somethin

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