Luyện nghe bài hát Rollin'

See, I was trippin' through the city with a big ol'
Trickin' off niggaz in the Range, rental
I was smokin', drinkin', end up tipsy
Lookin' through my rear view, they me

I wonder why the fuck are followin' me
I seem them creepin' two cars behind me
You'll never me slippin', just me and my piece
You be smokin' if you think I'ma call the police

I'm a beast, still got a
Still got my Converse down the concrete
Black and blue
This is Strong Arm robbery, you can't me

My garage, a mirage, a collage of
I look with the nine when I leave my home
on tour in Japan, been relaxed in Rome
This is grown man business, the tone

If I don't recognize the number, answer my phone
Rockin' every area code, still stay in my
I don't no fuckin' games now, bitch, I'm grown
Now I crack fuckin' neck to the shit I'm on, yeah

Six-four, chromed out, rollin'
Get your weight up X can't stop rollin'
Niggaz thought it was over but X back rollin'
I got my own sack to roll, so I'm

Yeah, my bang through the streets
We hang orangutans, mangle the beat
Niggaz hatin', gravitatin' to the lies they tell
My reality takin' over where fiction fail

What the hell, might as well the cards I'm holdin'
Sweet taste, aromatic, rollin'
Got the Range supercharged, complete with the strut kit
My chain to my dang-a-lang, what the fuck, bitch?

Boomerang my change, I some thangs
My slang, click, bang and expose brains
Then I pray, Our Father who art in
Got people jumpin' out the buildin' like

Malcolm X to the Z, landin' on them like Plymouth
You get out, get socked in your fuckin' mouth
Now know the business, you want it, come get it
But if you rollin', throw it up, let me know you with it

Six-four, chromed out, ragtop
Get your weight up 'cause X stop rollin'
Niggaz thought it was over but X back rollin'
I got my own sack to roll, so I'm

Six-four, chromed out, ragtop
Get your weight up 'cause X can't rollin'
Niggaz thought it was over but X came rollin'
I got my own to roll, so I'm rollin'

Yeah, I my name over beats
I binge on the finer things, you cringe in
Escalation, elevation to plateau
Sometimes it take a few steps back to mentally

Here we go, what you know? Campaign in
Straight Coast and West worldwide rollin'
Got that Aston DV9 equipped with a stash box
In case I ever find alone in a tight spot

Strip my frame, repave my lane
Insane with my ink pen, Citizen
Don't complain when the chamber slide and bang
Make it taste shit when you sayin' my name

the Golden State heavyweight, holdin' the belt
'Cause I'm a one man army, I don't no help
This is a pistol, I use to protect
these hammerhead hollow points
Is bad for health, my nia

Six-four, chromed out, rollin'
Get your weight up 'cause X can't stop
Niggaz it was over but X came back rollin'
I got my own to roll, so I'm rollin'

Six-four, chromed out, ragtop
Get your weight up 'cause X stop rollin'
Niggaz thought it was over but X back rollin'
I got my own to roll, so I'm rollin'

See, I was trippin' through the city a big ol' pistol
Trickin' off these niggaz in the Range,
I was smokin', drinkin', end up tipsy
Lookin' through my rear view, followin' me

I wonder why the fuck are followin' me
I seem them niggaz two cars behind me
You'll never me slippin', just me and my piece
You must be smokin' if you I'ma call the police