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 eatin southern slams
I'm not a butt nut you know that I bang
But I lick coochie than k.d. lang
But I'm not gonna kick an rap
And even if I did you know that you couldnt it black
Cause my liek gold, or precious gems
While your rap's like an 8th full of and stems
Kid rock I love to
me the king of pain, but my name ain't sting
Or roger clinton, I'm not off my brothers fame
Cause all you sap suckers don't even know my brothers
Bill ritchie he in chicago
He through town in an eldorado
Maldo black, real white so I'm
And I give it up to my homies in brooklyn
mt. clemens to metro beat
From huston, to l.a., back to stoney
Like I said, it up take a hit and then pass it
That's how we do it we roll down grass shit
It's everytime we get hoe's
I play on my guitar, loud through my big nose
never see me in thyland
But you can catch kid rock on a hot day rollin on the
Bellisle
Bell-bellisle
b-b-bellisle
(here in detriot)
Now wes chill you we go way back
Kid rock I remember guzzlin 40's in ford track
wes your still my man so
Get on the mic and do the ya can
Oh yes, yes y'all, yes y'all, and ya don't
Oh yes, yes y'all, yes y'all, and ya quit
Oh yes, yes y'all, yes y'all, and ya stop
Come on wes, 'em what ya got
Give me the mic and i'ma wreck ya from the to end
But gimme and gimme that and i'ma do you in
You talkin trash, I smoke that ass so you wouldnt know
What hit you bro, so here I got you I couldnt flow
To a track layed back by kid g
Now even white bitches in the subberbs they me
With a pow wow they want this getto thing
So pow wow chow, and ima let it hang
Born and raised in the e.d. so i'ma let cha
Is that wrong I stand strong and getto bro
yo, I thought you knew when I'd be rollin deep
No nytol needed to put your ass to sleep
I fly heads where there's dreads with the do
I screw hoe's shamiqua down to curly sue
You think I'm jokin, I'm your girl, she lovin me
Sugar walls to my balls that how I'm it
bam thank you mam a dirty nigger wrote
And if your man wanna I'll let the trigger go
Pop, pop, pop, pop, now that nigger drop
There goes my girl, yell the phone call the cops
When they come I'm gonna run outta my fuckin
And watch them hoe's in the flow like they was johnny
Want a real with 2 gettin wild bucks wallet
That's how we do it when were rollin on the
Bellisle
Bell-bellisle
Bellisle
(here in detriot)
Now prince vince I hangin 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 eyes and pionty nose
we poked hoe's in heards (word)
Then I your black ass out to the subberbes
don't know about you and me (or unity)
Aint it funny how were still in 93
Dont let me catch slimmys when you roll 'em through
Cause if you do ima hafta choose the weapon that I gotta use
And my infared dead on that forehead
Woof, woof, woff mother fucker now your in red
runnin around with a string of chicks
Now nigger you wanna see me or the k to the I to the mother fuckin d
g's from the streets
Im your lyrics on your best kid rock beat
Now ima kick ya like this and that
I'm a funky track with kid rock because we go way back
Back in the day's to the 80's
When I dropped the gang stuff, drunk, and young niggers
Crazy, but now were it in the 90's
And cruew st. is the niggers were frontin
Just coolin with my buds, shit late at night
But the jealous trying to tell us
Slangin the way to get paid
But fuck the all I'm thinkin about is ponytail
I gotta get made, I got a pocket of lint
Too late former rate, and I gotta rest it
Shit the hookers, the the takers, the pros
A nickle plated ready to explode
On any tryin to jack, rat-a-tat-tat
Put his ass on his for the comosat
Now can I keep my and get wild?
Me, kid and wes chill, just coolin on the island
It's like this and that
I told you mother fuckers better pack your
b-b-bellisle
Bell-bellisle
b-b-bellisle
(here in detriot)
I got my on the highway revvin
If a whip-it was a nipple I'd be in heaven
I'm straight 7 so what up?
Like bush wisk said you play pussy get fucked, your luck
Cause I'm the best mother fucker this time
For breakfast I cocaine and eat pork rines
Shockin signs is I'm sowin
I'm the hoe and I'm knowin the mind blowin home
In my back yard, lyin in the sun you know I fry
Gettin lit when I be smokin that tye
Cause that's what the all about
I like up on hoes and screamin balls in your mouth
south alabama, north montana, I'm smokin and
Chackin cause you I am a
Little long high on, and you can find kid rock
In the gutter on the fuckin island
Bellisle
Bell-bellisle
Bellisle
(here in detriot)