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 denny's eatin southern
I'm not a butt nut you know I never bang
But I lick more than k.d. lang
But I'm not gonna an x-rated rap
And even if I did you that you couldnt fade it black
Cause my rap's gold, or precious gems
While your rap's like an 8th full of and stems
Kid rock I love to
Call me the of pain, but my name ain't sting
Or roger clinton, I'm not riding off my fame
Cause all you sap don't even know my brothers name
Bill ritchie he lives in
He rides through town in an
Maldo black, white so I'm lookin
And I gotta give it up to my in brooklyn
Romeo mt. clemens to metro
huston, to l.a., back to stoney creek
Like I said, roll it up a hit and then pass it
how we do it when we roll down 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 catch kid on a hot day rollin on the island
b-b-bellisle
Bell-bellisle
Bellisle
(here in detriot)
Now wes chill you know we go way
Kid rock I 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
on wes, give 'em what ya got
Give me the mic and wreck ya from the start to end
But gimme and gimme that and i'ma do you in
You talkin trash, I that 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
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 that wrong I stand and i'ma getto bro
yo, I thought you knew when I'd be rollin deep
No fuckin needed to put your ass to sleep
I fly where there's dreads with the curly do
I screw hoe's from down to curly sue
You think I'm jokin, I'm your girl, she lovin me
walls to my balls that how I'm shovin it
Wham bam thank you mam a dirty wrote
And if your man wanna trip let the trigger go
Pop, pop, pop, pop, now watch that nigger
There goes my girl, yell the somebody 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 bucks wallet
That's how we do it when were on the island
b-b-bellisle
Bell-bellisle
b-b-bellisle
(here in detriot)
Now prince I remember hangin in your hood
With the 40's, hoe's, do I myself understood?
Yeah, I put you on black hoes
used to like your white ass, your blue eyes and your pionty nose
Yeah we hoe's in heards (word)
Then I took your ass out to the subberbes
don't know 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 dead on that
Woof, woof, woff mother now your left in red
Your runnin around with a string of
Now nigger you wanna see me or the k to the I to the mother fuckin d
Straight g's the streets
Im your lyrics on your best kid rock beat
Now ima kick ya like this and like
I'm kickin a funky track with kid rock we go way back
in the day's to the late 80's
When I dropped the gang stuff, drunk, and dirty niggers
Crazy, but now were it in the 90's
And cruew st. is the niggers were frontin
Just with my buds, slangin shit late at night
But the jealous niggers to tell us
ain't the way to get paid
But fuck the bullshit all I'm thinkin about is
I gotta get made, I got a full of lint
Too much late rate, and I gotta rest it
Shit the hookers, the hoe's the takers, the
A nickle plated nina ready to
On any tryin 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, coolin on the island
like this and like that
I told you mother fuckers better pack back
b-b-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, your outta
I'm the best mother 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 yard, lyin in the sun you know I fry quick
lit when I be smokin that tye stick
Cause that's the kids all about
I like rollin up on hoes and screamin balls in your
south alabama, north montana, I'm smokin and
Chackin you know I am a
Little long haired on, and you can find kid rock
In the gutter on the mother fuckin
Bellisle
bell-bell-bellisle
Bellisle
(here in detriot)