Luyện nghe bài hát Roll Somethin

I dont know bout man
but im ready to get my motherfuckin on
I want some of dat green shit, yeah,
Let's burn, all the ghettos, hey wassup

Chorus: Crucial

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

One: Wildstyle

Yall aint shit, nothing to fool with, we too swift
giddy up and get all you niggas aint do shit
one rap down round two it off like cool whip(whip)
rowdy runnin rodeo ride
fronting in two clips shocking like
evertime I pop you out the box, better move quick flick
comin out of the back in this
yall disgusted cant be trusted for nothing
with this hillbilly wild westside
C-H-I-T-O-W-N and on for life
nice, no ice, you chase
we fuckin niggas up across the
wit no lubracation is thick
and at them like Hitler (fuck you)
act you dont hear me then,
up high we in your chin
we embursted with a curse and be
first and kick first now
two feet first they kick and worse
reimburse the winning 'cause I'm at somethin

Verse Never

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

Verse Three:

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

Verse Four:

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

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