Luyện nghe bài hát Rollin' on The Island

Bellisle
bell-bell-bellisle
Hey kid rock, tell 'em how livin
Man I spend my birthdays at eatin southern slams
I'm not a butt nut you know that I never
But I lick more coochie k.d. lang
But I'm not gonna an x-rated rap
And even if I did you know you couldnt fade it black
my rap's liek gold, or precious gems
While your rap's like an 8th full of beeners and
Kid rock I love to
Call me the king of pain, but my name ain't
Or roger clinton, I'm not off my brothers fame
Cause all you sap suckers don't even know my brothers
ritchie he lives in chicago
He rides through in an eldorado
Maldo black, white so I'm lookin
And I gotta give it up to my in brooklyn
Romeo mt. to metro beat
From huston, to l.a., back to creek
Like I said, roll it up take a hit and pass it
That's how we do it when we roll down grass
guarenteed everytime we get hoe's
I play on my guitar, puff loud through my big
You'll never see me in
But you can catch kid rock on a hot day rollin on the
Bellisle
bell-bell-bellisle
Bellisle
(here in detriot)
Now wes chill you know we go way
Kid rock I remember guzzlin 40's in your 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 don't
Oh yes, yes y'all, yes y'all, and ya stop
on wes, give 'em what ya got
Give me the mic and wreck ya from the start to end
But gimme brew and gimme and i'ma do you in
You talkin trash, I that ass so fast you wouldnt know
hit you bro, so here I got you thought I couldnt flow
To a track back by kid rock g
Now even white in the subberbs they jock me
With a smile pow wow they want this getto
So pow wow freaky chow, and ima let it
and raised in the e.d. so i'ma let cha know
Is wrong I stand strong and i'ma getto bro
Crew yo, I thought you knew I'd be rollin deep
No fuckin nytol needed to put ass to sleep
I fly heads where there's 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
walls to my balls that how I'm shovin it
Wham bam thank you mam a dirty wrote
And if your man wanna trip I'll let the go
Pop, pop, pop, pop, now watch nigger drop
There goes my girl, yell the somebody call the cops
When they come I'm gonna run my fuckin steals
And watch hoe's in the flow like they was johnny gill
Want a real deal with 2 wild bucks wallet
That's how we do it were rollin on the island
b-b-bellisle
Bell-bellisle
b-b-bellisle
(here in detriot)
Now prince I remember hangin in your hood
With the 40's, hoe's, do I myself understood?
Yeah, I put you on them hoes
They used to like your white ass, your blue and your pionty nose
Yeah we poked hoe's in (word)
Then I took your ass out to the subberbes
People don't about you and me (or unity)
Aint it funny how were still in 93
Dont let me catch them slimmys you roll 'em through
if you do then ima hafta choose the weapon that I gotta use
And light my dead on that forehead
Woof, woof, woff mother fucker now your in red
Your runnin 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 droppin your on your best kid rock beat
Now ima kick ya this and like that
I'm kickin a funky with kid rock because we go way back
Back in the to the late 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 where the were frontin
Just coolin my buds, slangin shit late at night
But the jealous trying to tell us
ain't the way to get paid
But fuck the bullshit all I'm about is ponytail
I gotta get made, I got a pocket full of
Too much late rate, and I gotta rest it
Shit the hookers, the hoe's the takers, the
A plated nina ready to explode
On any nigger to jack, rat-a-tat-tat
Put his ass on his back for the
Now can I my style and get wild?
Me, kid rock and wes chill, just on the island
It's this and like that
I told you mother better pack your back
b-b-bellisle
Bell-bellisle
b-b-bellisle
(here in detriot)
I got my harley on the highway
If a whip-it was a nipple I'd be in heaven
I'm straight 7 so what up?
Like bush wisk you play pussy get fucked, your outta luck
Cause I'm the best mother fucker this time
For I snort cocaine and eat pork rines
Shockin is what I'm sowin
I'm the hoe and I'm knowin the mind blowin growin
In my back yard, in the sun you know I fry quick
lit when I be smokin that tye stick
Cause that's the kids all about
I like rollin up on hoes and screamin in your mouth
From alabama, north montana, I'm smokin and
cause you know I am a
Little haired high on, and you can find kid rock
In the on the mother fuckin island
Bellisle
bell-bell-bellisle
Bellisle
(here in detriot)