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 denny's eatin slams
I'm not a nut you know that I never bang
But I lick more coochie than k.d.
But I'm not gonna an x-rated 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 an 8th full of beeners and stems
Kid rock I to sing
Call me the of pain, but my name ain't sting
Or roger clinton, I'm not riding off my brothers
Cause all you sap suckers don't even my brothers name
Bill he lives in chicago
He through town in an eldorado
black, real white so I'm lookin
And I gotta it up to my homies in brooklyn
Romeo mt. clemens to metro
huston, to l.a., back to stoney creek
Like I said, roll it up take a hit and then it
That's how we do it when we roll down grass
It's guarenteed everytime we get
I on my guitar, puff loud through my big nose
You'll never see me in
But you can catch kid rock on a hot day rollin on the
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
Yeah wes still 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 don't
Oh yes, yes y'all, yes y'all, and ya don't
Come on wes, give 'em ya got
Give me the mic and wreck ya from the start to end
But gimme brew and that and i'ma do you in
You talkin trash, I smoke that ass so fast you know
hit you bro, so here I got you thought I couldnt flow
To a track layed back by kid g
Now white bitches in the subberbs they jock me
With a smile pow wow want this getto thing
So pow wow chow, and ima let it hang
and raised in the e.d. so i'ma let cha know
Is that wrong I stand strong and i'ma bro
Crew yo, I thought you when I'd be rollin deep
No nytol 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 your girl, she lovin me
Sugar walls to my balls that how I'm it
bam thank you mam a dirty nigger wrote
And if your man wanna trip 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 outta my steals
And watch hoe's in the flow like they was johnny gill
Want a real deal 2 gettin wild bucks wallet
That's how we do it were rollin on the island
Bellisle
bell-bell-bellisle
Bellisle
(here in detriot)
Now vince I remember hangin in your hood
the 40's, hoe's, do I make myself understood?
Yeah, I put you on them black
They used to like your ass, your blue eyes and your pionty nose
Yeah we hoe's in heards (word)
Then I took your ass out to the subberbes
People know about you and me (or unity)
Aint it funny how were still in 93
Dont let me catch them slimmys when you 'em through
Cause if you do 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
runnin around 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 from the
Im droppin lyrics on your best kid rock beat
Now ima kick ya like this and like
I'm kickin a funky track with kid rock because we go way
in the day's to the late 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, shit late at night
But the niggers trying to tell us
ain't the way to get paid
But fuck the bullshit all I'm about is ponytail
I get made, I got a pocket full of lint
Too much late former rate, and I gotta it
Shit the hookers, the 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 keep my style and get
Me, kid rock and wes chill, coolin on the island
It's like this and 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 rollin 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 I snort cocaine and eat pork rines
Shockin signs is what I'm
I'm the hoe and I'm knowin the mind blowin growin
In my yard, lyin in the sun you know I fry quick
Gettin lit when I be smokin that tye
that's what the kids all about
I like rollin up on hoes and screamin in your mouth
From alabama, north montana, I'm smokin and
Chackin cause you I am a
Little long haired high on, and you can find kid
In the gutter on the fuckin island
Bellisle
bell-bell-bellisle
Bellisle
(here in detriot)