Luyện nghe bài hát Roll Wit It

(Chorus)
If you got beef we can
wit it
In da club or da we can
Go wit it
It make me none
for blow wit it
Crack his wit a gun
sho split it

(Project Pat)
In Hollywood at the stop
out for one time
Clean on them
Niggas hate cause I'm bout
I'm on weed
So the kinda smokey
The in the stash
Cause I'm the pokey
Its hard on tha
Niggas like a catfish
A project killa, kids
and a fat
Try to e'ry quarter ounce
no credit barred
We cash, merchandise
or ya ebit(EBT)
Like to shit
At the we be flexin
And we'll kill a
At these we be beckin
North North to the
My they respectin
A rope to the
You get drug by yo
come around here
You'z reckin
You get ya ass off
For playin and
Down in dirty
Only real muhfuckas
Hoes wearin flirty
niggas act a fool

(Chorus x2)

(La Chat)
If there's ana to handle
I'm gonna care of my biz
I got a on ya body
I'm straight for yo wig
I love to show out on
I to cut up wit niggas
These bitches get wrong
So I pullin tha trigga
And since you hoes learn
I got some to teach
You betta call up the
He got a sermon to
I ain't wit arguin and cussin and fussin
and fightin
I'm buckin off top
to takin yo life'n
La a mac slash killa
Only the real-a
I'm let you know its on
For you a nigga
A bitch be quick to shit
But do you what you say
A real killa be talkin
They just be on way
I don't think you get down
You ain't ready for beef
ain't nowhere you can hide
I out an APD
This ain't that ya playin
These comin up slayin
I keep my to tha street
So hoe you watch what ya

(Chorus x2)

(Project Pat)
They lock me up just like
And I platinum
it down for a calendar
Now back at em
Took my game weighed it up
On a beam
Niggas rob, kill, murder,
For ghetty green
U.S. Marshal at my house
Wanna me dead
Wanna see me in a box
Bullet in my
Police, mane I ain't did
Why you this
Ghetto thugs love my rap
relate to this
Swingin fists Knock ya
Clean out ya
Shoulda it was shit starters
All in tha
niggas on that powder
Gon off tha
tones in da club
You get blown away
Its a muhfuckin thang
ya hood
Slangin cane makin plenty
All to the
Smokin blunt after
after pound
Throw a dead in tha trunk
High we get

(Chorus)