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 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 fade it
Cause my rap's liek gold, or precious
While rap's like an 8th full of beeners and stems
Kid rock I to sing
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
Bill ritchie he in chicago
He rides through in an eldorado
Maldo black, real white so I'm
And I give it up to my homies in brooklyn
Romeo mt. to metro beat
From huston, to l.a., back to creek
Like I said, it up take a hit and then pass it
That's how we do it when we roll grass shit
guarenteed everytime we get hoe's
I play on my guitar, puff through my big nose
You'll see me in thyland
But you can catch kid rock on a hot day on the island
b-b-bellisle
Bell-bellisle
Bellisle
(here in detriot)
Now wes you know 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 quit
Oh yes, yes y'all, yes y'all, and ya don't
Come on wes, give 'em ya got
Give me the mic and i'ma ya from the start to end
But gimme brew and gimme and i'ma do you in
You talkin trash, I smoke ass so fast you wouldnt know
What hit you bro, so I got you thought I couldnt flow
To a track layed by kid rock g
Now even white bitches in the subberbs jock me
a smile pow wow they want this getto thing
So pow wow freaky chow, and ima let it
Born and 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 when I'd be deep
No fuckin needed to put your ass to sleep
I fly heads where there's dreads with the do
I screw hoe's from shamiqua to curly sue
You think I'm jokin, I'm pokin your girl, she me
Sugar 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 phone call the cops
When come I'm gonna run outta my fuckin steals
And watch them hoe's in the flow like was johnny gill
Want a real with 2 gettin wild bucks wallet
That's how we do it when were on the island
Bellisle
bell-bell-bellisle
Bellisle
(here in detriot)
Now prince vince I remember hangin in hood
With the 40's, hoe's, do I make understood?
Yeah, I put you on them black
They used to like your white ass, your blue and your pionty nose
Yeah we poked hoe's in (word)
Then I took black ass out to the subberbes
People don't about you and me (or unity)
Aint it funny how still down in 93
Dont let me them slimmys when you roll 'em through
Cause if you do then ima hafta choose the that I gotta use
And light my infared on that forehead
Woof, woof, woff fucker now your left 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
Straight g's the streets
Im droppin lyrics 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 day's to the late
When I dropped the gang stuff, drunk, and dirty young
Crazy, but now were it in the 90's
And cruew st. is where the niggers were
Just coolin with my buds, slangin shit at night
But the jealous niggers trying to us
Slangin ain't the way to get
But fuck the 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
the hookers, the hoe's the takers, the pros
A nickle plated nina 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, coolin on the island
like this and like that
I told you mother fuckers better your back
Bellisle
Bell-bellisle
b-b-bellisle
(here in detriot)
I got my harley on the revvin
If a whip-it was a nipple I'd be lost in
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 this time
For breakfast I snort cocaine and eat pork
signs is what I'm sowin
I'm the hoe and I'm knowin the blowin home growin
In my back yard, in the sun you know I fry quick
Gettin lit when I be smokin that tye
Cause that's what the kids all
I like rollin up on and screamin balls in your mouth
south alabama, north montana, I'm smokin and
Chackin cause you I am a
long haired high on, and you can find kid rock
In the on the mother fuckin island
Bellisle
Bell-bellisle
b-b-bellisle
(here in detriot)