Luyện nghe bài hát Roll Wit It

(Chorus)
If you boys got we can
wit it
In da club or da we can
Go wit it
It make me none
Blow for wit it
Crack his wit a gun
I'ma sho it

(Project Pat)
In Hollywood at the stop
out for one time
Clean on things
hate cause I'm bout mine
I'm on weed
So the kinda smokey
The glock's in the
Cause I'm the pokey
Its on tha street
livin like a catfish
A project killa, kids
and a fat
Try to e'ry quarter ounce
Ain't no credit
We cash, merchandise
or ya ebit(EBT)
Like to start
At the we be flexin
And we'll a bitch
At hoes we be beckin
North North to the
My game they
A to the bumper
You get drug by yo
Don't come around
You'z reckin
You get ya ass off
For playin and
Down in this
Only real rule
Hoes wearin skirties
niggas act a fool

(Chorus x2)

(La Chat)
If there's ana to handle
I'm gonna take of my biz
I got a on ya body
I'm straight for yo wig
I love to out on hoes
I to cut up wit niggas
bitches always get wrong
So I love pullin tha
And since you won't learn
I got lessons to teach
You betta up the pastor
He got a sermon to
I ain't wit that and cussin and fussin
and fightin
I'm buckin off top
Committed to yo life'n
La a mac slash killa
Only the real-a
I'm let you know its on
For you violate a
A bitch be quick to talk
But do you what you say
A real don't be talkin
They be on they way
I don't you wanna get down
You boys ready for beef
There ain't you can hide
I out an APD
This game that ya playin
These bitches comin up
I keep my to tha street
So hoe you what ya sayin

(Chorus x2)

(Project Pat)
They lock me up like Tupac
And I went
Layed it down for a
Now back at em
Took my game then it up
On a triple
Niggas rob, kill, murder,
For that green
U.S. Marshal at my house
Wanna kill me
see me in a pine box
Bullet in my
Police, mane I did shit
Why you hatin
Ghetto thugs my rap songs
They relate to
Swingin fists Knock ya
out ya face
Shoulda it was shit starters
All in tha
Young niggas on that
Gon off tha
Sneakin in da club
You could get blown
Its a clique thang
Represent ya
cane makin plenty change
All to the
Smokin after blunt
after pound
Throw a dead body in tha
High we get

(Chorus)