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 don't me none
for blow wit it
Crack his wit a gun
sho split it

(Project Pat)
In Hollywood at the sign
out for one time
Clean on things
Niggas hate cause I'm bout
I'm on that
So the car's smokey
The glock's in the
I'm dodgin the pokey
Its on tha street
Niggas livin like a
A killa, four kids
and a fat
Try to flip e'ry quarter
Ain't no credit
We cash, merchandise
or ya ebit(EBT)
to start shit
At the club we be
And kill a bitch
At these we be beckin
North to the full
My they respectin
A to the bumper
You get drug by yo
come around here
You'z betta
You get ya ass off
For and jeckin
Down in this
Only real rule
wearin flirty skirties
Young act a fool

(Chorus x2)

(La Chat)
If there's ana to handle
I'm gonna take of my biz
I got a scope on ya
I'm aimin for yo wig
I love to show out on
I love to cut up wit
These bitches get wrong
So I love tha trigga
And since you won't learn
I got some to teach
You call up the pastor
He got a sermon to
I ain't wit arguin and cussin and fussin
Bitchin and
I'm choppas off top
Committed to takin yo
La Chat a mac slash
speakin the real-a
I'm let you know its on
For you violate a
A bitch be quick to shit
But do you what you say
A real don't be talkin
just be on they way
I don't think you get down
You boys ready for beef
There ain't nowhere you can
I out an APD
This ain't game ya playin
These bitches comin up
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 right at em
Took my game then it up
On a beam
rob, kill, murder, steal
For ghetty green
U.S. Marshal at my folks
kill me dead
Wanna see me in a box
in my head
Police, I ain't did shit
Why you this
Ghetto love my rap songs
They relate to
Swingin fists ya eyeball
out ya face
Shoulda known it was starters
All in tha
Young on that powder
Gon off tha
Sneakin in da club
You get blown away
Its a clique thang
ya hood
Slangin cane makin change
All to the
Smokin blunt after
Pound pound
Throw a dead body in tha
we get down

(Chorus)