Luyện nghe bài hát Roll Somethin

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

Chorus: Conflict

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

Verse Wildstyle

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

Verse Two:

Put it on your ass
we them up bad (kill em up bad)
Hold that one when you fucking with the flick
you was talking that shit but you couldnt
bring to you hoes down your door
tryin to knock chunks out yo rump,
at to the broad daylight
if you wanna gang fight yall one by one,
coming at them with the with the flickness,
gonna sign your wish
'cause you gonna get with,
slappin you hoes sure your eyes closed
em out by mouth and blindfold
with the foot on your you know the rest nigga
got us pissed off die for mine, up get blazed
get sprayed 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 read em
I aint finna brag but the man hang
with the man
treat a punk ass trick,
put a row gonna be casket
nigga fuck that laughing
try to fuck us we be blasting, smashin

Verse Three:

Buck buck, pump, drop drop,
we drop, bluck, hit you wit da
what da deck? run up debt wit no sweat and we dont regret
your click,
fuck you bitch, out the shit that got yo dangling
picture a nigga now hangin figure let you big up (?)
got me strapped in, bust a cap, but I'm warnin ya, dont want
start shit you just cant finish,
be the end, and the ended
sorry it 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 team it no thang,
spoil dreams, a murder theme
we want any crap, I'm bounty clean,
snatch that hoe and them dividends
I mean I'm gonna fuck you, what can i do about me?
you inferior to the new king you hollerin? a silent scream

Verse Kilo

Come, (Come) her ass and cum(?) and be up
send the same aint buy not shit where motherfuckers came
(????) that can get you straight knocked 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 somethin smart and you get tagged
wit a bat,
who got so scared when soem tellin yo ass
act like a bitch to cry (?) ready supplies,
get em rawhide fight to the death and I be denied
life like Pete's eye
mother on rye them thangs'll die,
touch me I'm alive, why set yo ass to fire (?)
snap off your two right quick
niggas aint bout nothin slick
and shit to deal with, somethin

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