Luyện nghe bài hát Roll With Me

[P.
Yeah.. uh-huh, uh-huh-huh..

Yeah,
This big 'Ball mayn, P. and MJG
We raw mayn (we raw) if pimp was a drug O.D. (c'mon)
Got game for - betta keep yo' broad away from a nigga like me
I likes to (I likes to play)
Drop the top and feel the summer (let's go)
I know you can get with that, through the city
lights and all my G's is out here rollin wit me (c'mon)
Big trucks, or fo'-deep in a old
Lookin for the hoes, at a - full of drunk fools
(WHAT WHAT WHAT?) Who wanna get it krunk
(WHO YOU WIT? WHO YOU WIT?) Yo chill fo' dem pop
Official player anthem, say what you drankin
Pop that Henn roll somethin let's get this started
I roll with Bad (Bad Boy) we like them bad girls (bad girls)
Them fast girls, them to shake that ass girls (shake that ass)
Get with me, get a suite, order somethin to eat
Tell me things about you (c'mon) and I'll you things about me
(Let's go)

[Chorus: Evans]
Sho' nuff ridin, won'tcha roll with me
Come on, roll me
We can put the top down on the highway and feel the
We can the breeze
Baby we can kiss the sky, matter if we never come down
We never comin down
Reppin N-Y-C and Tennessee is how it goes down..

[P.
(Uh-huh, yeah)
Yeah, uhh
Let's the roof off (roof off) let's ride out (ride out)
Let's try to put city lights out (lights out)
Just flow me (flow with me)
It's Diddy some niggaz that y'all know with me
(Who?) & MJG (that's right)
We got it man (c'mon) from Harlem to
roll through 'em, how I call it is how I see it (that's right)
Let yourself go (self go) the way I keep it
with a smile that you of my Bentley front grill (ehehe)
Yes it's on again (c'mon) to a place you
I'm out my rearview, fresh gear too (yeah)
Holla at your man (holla at him) I'm and I'm tight (c'mon)
That's all day and night, these fit me right
Just bendin corners - just where you can find
me picture this (picture this) you only have to use yo'
What you good (you know good)
your world and I'm just in it (what?)
It's just the way God must have meant it
of the man

Pimp tyte!
Fin' to get up on the mic a passion
Get up on some pads Gwen, my get her ass in
For the track, my money
Bring it on back to the middle of the
I want the stack
Plus I, need a little more, I gotta eat a mo'
My seed gotta
I got a reason to flow, a reason to
What I is I go
off a champ, when I cling to the flo'
My shine when I hit the strip, 'llac dippin
Strictly pimpin, as as tricks invest in women
From the Memphis Tenn., to the N-Y-C I'm
I put mo' spice into yo' life than yo' entire
Big dickin, hoes with anaconda
If my pimpin was a it'd be a can of Thunder
I slang lumber, a I keep my women under
Through all seasons, they fall winter spring and
I hit the smoked out pistol grippin
But I ain't though I'm high as hell, spaceship'n

- 2X