Luyện nghe bài hát Rollin' on The Island

Bellisle
Bell-bellisle
Hey kid rock, tell 'em how your
Man I my birthdays at denny's eatin southern slams
I'm not a butt nut you know I never 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 fade it
my rap's liek gold, or precious gems
While your like an 8th full of beeners and stems
Kid I love to sing
Call me the of pain, but my name ain't sting
Or clinton, I'm not riding off my brothers fame
all you sap suckers don't even know my brothers name
Bill ritchie he in chicago
He rides through town in an
Maldo black, white so I'm lookin
And I give it up to my homies in brooklyn
Romeo mt. clemens to beat
huston, to l.a., back to stoney creek
Like I said, roll it up take a hit and pass it
That's how we do it when we roll grass shit
It's guarenteed everytime we get
I play on my guitar, loud through my big nose
never see me in thyland
But you can kid rock on a hot day rollin on the island
Bellisle
bell-bell-bellisle
Bellisle
(here in detriot)
Now wes chill you we go way back
Kid rock I remember guzzlin in your 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 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 smoke that ass so fast you know
What hit you bro, so here I got you thought I couldnt
To a track back by kid rock g
Now even bitches in the subberbs they jock me
With a smile pow wow they want this thing
So pow wow chow, and ima let it hang
Born and in the e.d. so i'ma let cha know
Is that I stand strong and i'ma getto bro
Crew yo, I thought you knew when I'd be deep
No fuckin nytol needed to put ass to sleep
I fly heads where dreads with the curly do
I screw hoe's from shamiqua down to sue
You think I'm jokin, I'm pokin girl, she lovin me
Sugar walls to my balls how I'm shovin it
bam thank you mam a dirty nigger wrote
And if man wanna trip 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 come I'm gonna run outta my fuckin steals
And watch them hoe's in the flow they was johnny gill
Want a real deal with 2 gettin wild 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 hangin in your
With the 40's, hoe's, do I make understood?
Yeah, I put you on them hoes
used to like your white ass, your blue eyes and your pionty nose
Yeah we poked in heards (word)
Then I took your black ass out to the
People don't know you and me (or unity)
Aint it how were still down in 93
Dont let me catch slimmys when you roll 'em through
Cause if you do then ima choose the weapon that I gotta use
And light my infared dead on forehead
Woof, woof, woff mother fucker now left in red
Your runnin around a string of chicks
Now nigger you don't see me or the k to the I to the mother fuckin d
Straight g's from the
Im droppin your lyrics on your kid rock beat
Now ima kick ya like this and that
I'm kickin a funky track 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 niggers were
Just coolin with my buds, slangin shit late at
But the niggers trying to tell us
Slangin ain't the way to get
But the bullshit all I'm thinkin about is ponytail
I gotta get made, I got a full of lint
Too much late former rate, and I gotta it
Shit the hookers, the the takers, the pros
A nickle plated nina ready to
On any nigger to jack, rat-a-tat-tat
Put his ass on his for the comosat
Now can I keep my style and get
Me, kid rock and wes chill, just coolin on the
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 harley on the revvin
If a whip-it was a I'd be lost in heaven
I'm rollin 7 so what up?
Like bush wisk said you play pussy get fucked, your outta
Cause I'm the best mother fucker this time
For breakfast I cocaine and eat pork rines
Shockin is what I'm sowin
I'm the hoe and I'm the mind blowin home growin
In my back yard, in the sun you know I fry quick
Gettin lit when I be that tye stick
Cause what the kids all about
I like rollin up on hoes and balls in your mouth
From alabama, north montana, I'm smokin and
Chackin cause you I am a
Little haired high on, and you can find kid rock
In the gutter on the mother fuckin
b-b-bellisle
Bell-bellisle
b-b-bellisle
(here in detriot)