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
Blow for wit it
his head wit a gun
I'ma sho 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 kinda smokey
The in the stash
Cause I'm the pokey
Its on tha street
Niggas livin like a
A killa, four kids
and a fat
Try to flip e'ry ounce
Ain't no credit
We cash, merchandise
or ya ebit(EBT)
to start shit
At the club we be
And we'll a bitch
At hoes we be beckin
North to the full
My game they
A to the bumper
You get by yo neck-in
come around here
You'z reckin
You get ya ass off
For playin and
Down in this
real muhfuckas rule
Hoes wearin flirty
Young act a fool

(Chorus x2)

(La Chat)
If there's ana to handle
I'm take care of my biz
I got a on ya body
I'm straight for yo wig
I to show out on hoes
I to cut up wit niggas
These bitches get wrong
So I love pullin tha
And since you hoes learn
I got some to teach
You call up the pastor
He got a to preach
I ain't wit that arguin and and fussin
and fightin
I'm choppas off top
Committed to takin yo
La a mac slash 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 killa don't be talkin
They be on they way
I don't think you wanna get
You boys ain't for beef
ain't nowhere you can hide
I out an APD
This ain't game ya playin
These comin up slayin
I keep my ears to tha
So hoe you watch ya sayin

(Chorus x2)

(Project Pat)
lock me up just like Tupac
And I went
Layed it down for a
Now right at em
Took my game then it up
On a beam
Niggas rob, kill, murder,
For that ghetty
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 hatin
Ghetto thugs my rap songs
They relate to
fists Knock ya eyeball
Clean out ya
Shoulda known it was starters
All in tha
Young niggas on that
Gon off tha
tones in da club
You get blown away
Its a muhfuckin thang
ya hood
Slangin cane makin change
All to the
blunt after blunt
Pound pound
a dead body in tha trunk
High we get

(Chorus)