Luyện nghe bài hát Roll Wit It

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

(Project Pat)
In Hollywood at the sign
Watchin out for one
Clean on things
Niggas hate cause I'm mine
I'm on that
So the car's kinda
The in the stash
I'm dodgin the pokey
Its on tha street
Niggas livin like a
A project killa, four
and a fat
Try to e'ry quarter ounce
Ain't no credit
We cash, merchandise
or ya ebit(EBT)
to start shit
At the club we be
And we'll kill a
At these we be beckin
North to the full
My game they
A to the bumper
You get drug by yo
come around here
You'z betta
You get ya ass off
For and jeckin
in this dirty
Only muhfuckas rule
Hoes flirty skirties
Young niggas act a

(Chorus x2)

(La Chat)
If some ana to handle
I'm gonna care of my biz
I got a on ya body
I'm aimin for yo wig
I love to show out on
I to cut up wit niggas
These bitches always get
So I love tha trigga
And since you won't learn
I got some lessons to
You betta up the pastor
He got a to preach
I ain't wit arguin and cussin and fussin
Bitchin and
I'm choppas off top
Committed to takin yo
La Chat a mac killa
speakin the real-a
I'm let you know its on
For you violate a
A bitch be to talk shit
But do you mean you say
A real don't be talkin
just be on they way
I think you wanna get down
You boys ain't for beef
ain't nowhere you can hide
I out an APD
ain't game that ya playin
These bitches up slayin
I my ears to tha street
So hoe you watch what ya

(Chorus x2)

(Project Pat)
They me up just like Tupac
And I went
it down for a calendar
Now back at em
my game then weighed it up
On a beam
rob, kill, murder, steal
For that green
U.S. Marshal at my folks
Wanna kill me
Wanna see me in a box
Bullet in my
Police, mane I did shit
Why you this
thugs love my rap songs
They relate to
Swingin fists Knock ya
Clean out ya
Shoulda known it was starters
All in tha
Young niggas on powder
Gon off tha
Sneakin in da club
You could get away
Its a muhfuckin clique
Represent ya
Slangin cane makin plenty
All to the
blunt after blunt
Pound pound
Throw a dead in tha trunk
we get down

(Chorus)