Luyện nghe bài hát Rollin' on The Island

Bellisle
bell-bell-bellisle
Hey kid rock, tell 'em how your
Man I spend my birthdays at denny's eatin southern
I'm not a butt nut you know I never bang
But I lick more coochie than k.d.
But I'm not kick an x-rated rap
And even if I did you know you couldnt fade it black
Cause my rap's gold, or precious gems
While your rap's like an 8th of beeners and stems
Kid rock I to sing
me the king of pain, but my name ain't sting
Or roger clinton, I'm not riding off my fame
Cause all you sap don't even know my brothers name
Bill he lives in chicago
He rides through town in an
Maldo black, real so I'm lookin
And I give it up to my homies in brooklyn
Romeo mt. clemens to beat
From huston, to l.a., back to creek
Like I said, roll it up a hit and then pass it
That's how we do it we roll down grass shit
It's guarenteed we get hoe's
I play on my guitar, puff through my big nose
You'll never see me in
But you can catch kid rock on a hot day on the island
b-b-bellisle
Bell-bellisle
Bellisle
(here in detriot)
Now wes chill you we go way back
Kid I remember guzzlin 40's in your ford track
Yeah wes your my man so
Get on the mic and do the ya can
Oh yes, yes y'all, yes y'all, and ya stop
Oh yes, yes y'all, yes y'all, and ya don't
Oh yes, yes y'all, yes y'all, and ya stop
Come on wes, give 'em ya got
Give me the mic and i'ma wreck ya the start to end
But gimme and gimme that and i'ma do you in
You talkin trash, I smoke that ass so fast you know
What hit you bro, so I got you thought I couldnt flow
To a track layed back by kid g
Now white bitches in the subberbs they jock me
a smile pow wow they want this getto thing
So pow wow freaky chow, and ima let it
Born and raised in the e.d. so let cha know
Is that wrong I stand strong and getto bro
yo, I thought you knew when I'd be rollin deep
No fuckin nytol needed to put your ass to
I fly where there's dreads with the curly do
I screw hoe's shamiqua down to curly sue
You think I'm jokin, I'm pokin girl, she lovin me
Sugar to my balls that how I'm shovin it
Wham bam thank you mam a dirty nigger
And if your man trip I'll let the trigger go
Pop, pop, pop, pop, now watch that nigger
There goes my girl, yell the somebody call the cops
When they come I'm run outta my fuckin steals
And watch them hoe's in the flow like they was johnny
Want a real deal 2 gettin wild bucks wallet
That's how we do it were rollin on the island
b-b-bellisle
Bell-bellisle
Bellisle
(here in detriot)
Now prince vince I remember in your hood
With the 40's, hoe's, do I make understood?
Yeah, I put you on them hoes
They used to like your white ass, your blue and your pionty nose
Yeah we poked in heards (word)
Then I your black ass out to the subberbes
People don't know you and me (or unity)
Aint it funny how were down in 93
Dont let me catch them when you roll 'em through
Cause if you do then ima choose the weapon that I gotta use
And light my infared on that forehead
Woof, woof, woff mother fucker now left in red
Your runnin around with a of chicks
Now nigger you don't wanna see me or the k to the I to the fuckin d
Straight g's the streets
Im your lyrics on your best kid rock beat
Now ima kick ya like and like that
I'm a funky track with kid rock because we go way back
Back in the to the late 80's
I dropped the gang stuff, drunk, and dirty young niggers
Crazy, but now were kickin it in the
And cruew st. is where the were frontin
Just coolin with my buds, slangin late at night
But the jealous niggers to tell us
Slangin ain't the way to get
But the bullshit all I'm thinkin about is ponytail
I get made, I got a pocket full of lint
Too much late rate, and I gotta rest it
Shit the hookers, the hoe's the takers, the
A nickle plated nina to explode
On any tryin to jack, rat-a-tat-tat
Put his ass on his for the comosat
Now can I my style and get wild?
Me, kid and wes chill, just coolin on the island
like this and like that
I told you mother fuckers better your back
Bellisle
bell-bell-bellisle
Bellisle
(here in detriot)
I got my harley on the revvin
If a was a nipple I'd be lost in heaven
I'm rollin straight 7 so up?
bush wisk said you play pussy get fucked, your outta luck
Cause I'm the mother fucker from this time
For breakfast I snort cocaine and eat rines
Shockin is what I'm sowin
I'm the hoe and I'm knowin the blowin home growin
In my yard, lyin in the sun you know I fry quick
Gettin lit when I be smokin that tye
Cause that's what the all about
I like rollin up on hoes and balls in your mouth
From alabama, north montana, I'm smokin and
Chackin you know I am a
Little haired high on, and you can find kid rock
In the gutter on the mother fuckin
Bellisle
bell-bell-bellisle
Bellisle
(here in detriot)