Luyện nghe bài hát 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 kinda
Lookin' my rear view, they followin' me

I wonder why the fuck are followin' me
I seem niggaz creepin' two cars behind me
You'll catch me slippin', just me and my piece
You must be smokin' if you think I'ma call the

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

My garage, a mirage, a collage of
I look alive with the nine I leave my home
Been on tour in Japan, 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 games now, bitch, I'm grown
Now I crack your fuckin' to the shit I'm on, yeah

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

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

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

Boomerang my change, I 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

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

Six-four, chromed out, 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'

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

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

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

Strip my frame, repave my lane
Insane with my ink pen, 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
'Cause I'm a one man army, I need no help
This is a pistol, I use to protect
these hammerhead hollow points
Is bad for health, my nia

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

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

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