Luyện nghe bài hát Rollin'

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

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

I'm a beast, got a crease
Still got my thumpin' down the concrete
Black and blue
is Strong Arm robbery, you can't deny me

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

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

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

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

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

my change, I rearrange some thangs
My slang, click, bang and expose they
I pray, Our Father who art in Heaven
Got people jumpin' out the like 9/11

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

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

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

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

Here we go, what you Campaign in motion
Straight West and West worldwide rollin'
Got that Aston Martin DV9 with a stash box
In case I find myself alone in a tight spot

Strip down my frame, repave my
with my ink pen, Citizen Kane
Don't complain when the slide back and bang
Make it taste like shit you sayin' my name

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

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

Six-four, out, ragtop rollin'
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 with 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 why the fuck are they followin' me
I seem them creepin' two cars behind me
never catch me slippin', just me and my piece
You must be if you think I'ma call the police