Luyện nghe bài hát Rollin' on The Island

Bellisle
Bell-bellisle
Hey kid rock, 'em how your livin
Man I spend my at denny's eatin southern slams
I'm not a butt nut you know that I bang
But I lick more coochie than k.d.
But I'm not gonna kick an rap
And even if I did you know that you fade it black
Cause my rap's liek gold, or gems
While your rap's like an 8th full of and stems
Kid rock I love to
Call me the king of pain, but my name sting
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, real so I'm lookin
And I gotta it up to my homies in brooklyn
Romeo mt. clemens to metro
From huston, to l.a., back to stoney
I said, roll 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
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 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 don't
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, 'em what ya got
Give me the mic and i'ma wreck ya from the to end
But brew 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 thought I couldnt
To a track layed 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 raised in the e.d. so let cha know
Is wrong I stand strong and i'ma getto bro
Crew yo, I you knew when I'd be rollin deep
No fuckin needed to put your ass to sleep
I fly heads where there's dreads 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
Wham bam thank you mam a dirty wrote
And if your man trip I'll let the trigger go
Pop, pop, pop, pop, now watch that drop
There goes my girl, the phone somebody call the cops
When they come I'm gonna run outta my steals
And watch them hoe's in the flow like was johnny gill
Want a real deal with 2 gettin wild 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 in your hood
the 40's, hoe's, do I make myself understood?
Yeah, I put you on them black
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 don't about you and me (or unity)
Aint it funny how were still in 93
let me catch them slimmys when you roll 'em through
Cause if you do then ima hafta choose the that I gotta use
And my infared dead on that forehead
Woof, woof, woff fucker now your left in red
runnin around with a string of chicks
Now you don't wanna 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 and like that
I'm kickin a funky track with kid because we go way back
in the day's to the late 80's
When I dropped the gang stuff, drunk, and dirty young
Crazy, but now were kickin it in the
And cruew st. is where the niggers frontin
Just coolin with my buds, shit late at night
But the niggers trying to tell us
Slangin the way to get paid
But fuck the bullshit all I'm thinkin about is
I gotta get made, I got a pocket of lint
Too much late rate, and I gotta rest it
Shit the hookers, the the takers, the pros
A nickle nina ready to explode
On any nigger to jack, rat-a-tat-tat
Put his ass on his for the comosat
Now can I keep my and get wild?
Me, kid rock and wes chill, just coolin on the
It's like this and that
I told you mother fuckers better your back
b-b-bellisle
Bell-bellisle
Bellisle
(here in detriot)
I got my on the highway revvin
If a whip-it was a I'd be lost in heaven
I'm straight 7 so what up?
Like bush wisk said you play pussy get fucked, your outta
Cause I'm the best fucker from this time
For breakfast I snort cocaine and eat rines
Shockin signs is 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
Gettin lit when I be that tye stick
Cause that's what the kids all
I like rollin up on hoes and screamin in your mouth
From south alabama, north montana, I'm and
Chackin you know I am a
long haired high on, and you can find kid rock
In the gutter on the fuckin island
Bellisle
Bell-bellisle
Bellisle
(here in detriot)