Luyện nghe bài hát Rollin

[Intro x2: West]
Will I ever in this

My said I'll
change and she

Y'all think L.A. gang
banging, shit
Well you finna' out
what the be like
[Verse 1:
Red rag on my view
No in the Porsche,
see clear
God up out
them speakers so
that a can't hear
you
Wake up to a
cross, I'm a
Got a feeling like
Obama
Niggas out my
windows, yelling,
say ?
sprayed up my 'Rari,
they up my

They at my top dog
like and Kendrick
I I'm a killa', god
damn it I it
I said I crack, nigga
skillets
At my house, I
was selling in it
And god her soul,
she
Back out the four, up
the
Pop up the trunk, up
pots
Aye 'Ye, is how them
niggas do it in the
Lords, VD's
Crips and in the ?
on
Yes a did swore he
was a man in the hood,
now he for his
life on both
I'm a killer, no ?
Ask 40 , niggas
know me
Got a blood,
then show me
I'm on Crayon's and
Kobe's
Got off in my
Rollie,
in my stogie
Motherfuck Axel

Where I'm from,
at the police
Man these fuck
got me up
I'm like Papa in
blue truck
Red hat, red pants,
walking dreams
with the in my hand
I'm
[Hook x4:
Rollin', rollin', rollin',
rollin', rollin', rollin',
Them up
[Verse 2: Trae The
Young 15, ? sand
Sawed off in my
?
Finna' rob me a
who ?
Somebody gon' it to
me, or they wanna
the
Mama to stroke it
to feed me scraps
Saturday, it was YO!
MTV
Got of looking at
niggas that ain't
deserve it so I
my older to beat
these
I ain't worried the
love, seen everything
The hot, like the
had it off in his

Send a strap way, I
seen a of fans
Last pack, I that and
a of bands
To think, of the
heat I was ?
But they give it to
me, I was
paying
I was a young nigga
a couple screws
In the hood, I'm
scared, only I'mma
use, I'm

[Verse 3: Wall]
Mane, up
? with a cup of lean,
and a 4-0
No more sleep, get
bucks, OG rolled up
Stakes are high, so I
to God the folks don't
up
Big told me I need
to up
But I need money,
better not me
bands and my
codeine
Trying to get like
my nose was
I work for mine, you
take from me
Wrap it up, like

And have it when I
on up
Stacking on up,
the floor on up
And I'm all the
hood ice cream
trucks, rollin'

[Verse 4: Slim
Keep rolled, that
dream I'm
In the candy with
ninety-forty
a drop, put it in
the
But I got, on
that stolen
Had a grill but
the wheels
Had paint, but it

Kick to try and get
that
family know, so
they couldn't me
Run and your mama,
get your son
Mama like damn,
the he done
had bricks, but
didn't me shit
So he went to the
pen, I said no shit
at work, so I ran
the
? on lock, I am the
Turn that face up the
Mary
I was 'caine, got
us all out

[Outro:
Comptron, all the
way to
Back on to
Houston, baby
The Truth, Z-Ro, Slim
Thugga, Wall,
Common, West,
and The
Piece
you got one, you
want one, or you to
rob a for one
So what's it be

(Gun shots, laughs)