Luyện nghe bài hát Rollin' on The Island

Bellisle
bell-bell-bellisle
Hey kid rock, tell 'em how your
Man I spend my at denny's eatin southern slams
I'm not a nut you know that I never bang
But I lick more than k.d. lang
But I'm not kick an x-rated rap
And even if I did you know that you couldnt it black
Cause my rap's liek gold, or gems
While rap's like an 8th full of beeners and stems
Kid rock I love to
Call me the king of pain, but my ain't sting
Or roger clinton, I'm not riding off my fame
Cause all you sap suckers even know my brothers name
Bill ritchie he in chicago
He through town in an eldorado
Maldo black, real so I'm lookin
And I gotta it up to my homies in brooklyn
mt. clemens to metro 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 on my guitar, puff loud through my big nose
never see me in thyland
But you can catch kid on a hot day rollin on the island
b-b-bellisle
Bell-bellisle
b-b-bellisle
(here in detriot)
Now wes chill you we go way back
Kid rock I remember 40's 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 quit
Oh yes, yes y'all, yes y'all, and ya stop
Come on wes, give 'em ya got
me the mic and i'ma wreck ya from 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 wouldnt
What hit you bro, so here I got you thought I flow
To a track layed by kid rock g
Now white bitches in the subberbs they jock me
With a smile pow wow want this getto thing
So pow wow freaky chow, and ima let it
Born and raised in the e.d. so i'ma let cha
Is that wrong I stand strong and getto bro
Crew yo, I thought you knew when I'd be deep
No fuckin nytol to put your ass to sleep
I fly heads where there's dreads the curly do
I screw hoe's shamiqua down to curly sue
You I'm jokin, I'm pokin your girl, she lovin me
Sugar walls to my balls how I'm shovin it
Wham bam thank you mam a dirty nigger
And if man wanna trip I'll let the trigger go
Pop, pop, pop, pop, now watch that nigger
There goes my girl, the phone 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 when rollin on the island
Bellisle
bell-bell-bellisle
Bellisle
(here in detriot)
Now prince vince I remember hangin in your
With the 40's, hoe's, do I make myself
Yeah, I put you on them hoes
They used to your white ass, your blue eyes and your pionty nose
we poked hoe's in heards (word)
Then I took black ass out to the subberbes
People know about you and me (or unity)
Aint it funny how were still in 93
Dont let me them slimmys when you roll 'em through
Cause if you do then ima hafta choose the weapon I gotta use
And light my infared dead on forehead
Woof, woof, woff mother fucker now your in red
Your runnin with a string of chicks
Now nigger you don't see me or the k to the I to the mother fuckin d
g's from the streets
Im droppin your lyrics on best 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 day's to the 80's
When I dropped the gang stuff, drunk, and dirty niggers
Crazy, but now kickin it in the 90's
And cruew st. is where the were frontin
Just coolin with my buds, slangin shit late at
But the jealous niggers to tell us
Slangin ain't the way to get
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
the hookers, the hoe's the takers, the pros
A plated nina ready to explode
On any nigger to jack, rat-a-tat-tat
Put his ass on his for the comosat
Now can I my style and get wild?
Me, kid rock and wes chill, just coolin on the
It's this and like that
I told you mother fuckers better pack your
Bellisle
Bell-bellisle
Bellisle
(here in detriot)
I got my on the highway revvin
If a was a nipple I'd be lost in heaven
I'm straight 7 so what up?
Like bush wisk said you play pussy get fucked, outta luck
Cause I'm the best mother fucker from time
For breakfast I snort cocaine and eat rines
signs is what I'm sowin
I'm the hoe and I'm knowin the blowin home growin
In my back yard, lyin in the sun you know I fry
Gettin lit I be smokin that tye stick
Cause that's what the all about
I like rollin up on hoes and screamin in your mouth
From south alabama, 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 mother fuckin
b-b-bellisle
Bell-bellisle
Bellisle
(here in detriot)