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 don't make me
for blow wit it
Crack his wit a gun
sho split it

(Project Pat)
In at the stop sign
out for one time
Clean on them
Niggas cause I'm bout mine
I'm on weed
So the car's kinda
The in the stash
I'm dodgin the pokey
Its hard on tha
Niggas like a catfish
A project killa, four
and a fat
Try to e'ry quarter ounce
Ain't no barred
We cash, merchandise
or ya ebit(EBT)
Like to shit
At the club we be
And we'll a bitch
At these we be beckin
North to the full
My game respectin
A rope to the
You get drug by yo
Don't come around
betta reckin
You get ya ass off
For and jeckin
Down in dirty
real muhfuckas rule
Hoes wearin skirties
niggas act a fool

(Chorus x2)

(La Chat)
If there's ana to handle
I'm take care of my biz
I got a scope on ya
I'm aimin for yo wig
I love to out on hoes
I love to cut up wit
These always get wrong
So I love tha trigga
And you hoes won't learn
I got some to teach
You betta call up the
He got a sermon to
I ain't wit that arguin and cussin and
Bitchin and
I'm choppas off top
Committed to takin yo
La Chat a mac slash
Only the real-a
I'm tryna let you its on
For you a nigga
A be quick to talk shit
But do you what you say
A real don't be talkin
They be on they way
I think you wanna get down
You boys ready for beef
ain't nowhere you can hide
I out an APD
This ain't that ya playin
These bitches up slayin
I keep my ears to tha
So hoe you watch ya sayin

(Chorus x2)

(Project Pat)
They lock me up like Tupac
And I went
Layed it down for a
Now right at em
Took my then weighed it up
On a triple
rob, kill, murder, steal
For that ghetty
U.S. Marshal at my folks
kill me dead
Wanna see me in a box
Bullet in my
Police, mane I ain't did
Why you this
Ghetto love my rap songs
They to this
fists Knock ya eyeball
Clean out ya
Shoulda known it was shit
All in tha
Young on that powder
Gon off tha
Sneakin tones in da
You could get blown
Its a muhfuckin thang
Represent ya
Slangin cane makin change
All to the
Smokin after blunt
Pound after
Throw a dead in tha trunk
we get down

(Chorus)