Luyện nghe bài hát Rollin' on The Island

Bellisle
Bell-bellisle
Hey kid rock, tell 'em how livin
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 coochie than k.d.
But I'm not gonna an x-rated rap
And even if I did you know that you couldnt fade it
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 clinton, I'm not riding off my brothers fame
Cause all you sap suckers even know my brothers name
Bill he lives in chicago
He through town in an eldorado
Maldo black, real so I'm lookin
And I give 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 when we roll down shit
It's guarenteed we get hoe's
I play on my guitar, loud through my big nose
You'll see me in thyland
But you can catch kid on a hot day rollin on the island
Bellisle
Bell-bellisle
b-b-bellisle
(here in detriot)
Now wes chill you know we go way
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 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 that ass so fast you know
What hit you bro, so here I got you thought I flow
To a layed back by kid rock g
Now even bitches in the subberbs they jock me
With a smile pow wow they want getto 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
Crew yo, I thought you knew I'd be rollin deep
No fuckin nytol to put your ass to sleep
I fly where there's dreads with the curly do
I screw hoe's from shamiqua down to sue
You I'm jokin, I'm pokin your girl, she lovin me
walls to my balls that how I'm shovin it
Wham bam thank you mam a nigger wrote
And if your man trip I'll let the trigger go
Pop, pop, pop, pop, now watch that drop
There goes my girl, yell the phone somebody call the
When they come I'm gonna run outta my fuckin
And watch them hoe's in the flow like they was johnny
Want a deal with 2 gettin wild bucks wallet
That's how we do it when were on the island
Bellisle
Bell-bellisle
b-b-bellisle
(here in detriot)
Now prince vince I remember in your hood
With the 40's, hoe's, do I myself understood?
Yeah, I put you on black hoes
They used to like your white ass, your eyes and your pionty nose
Yeah we hoe's in heards (word)
Then I took your black ass out to the
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 then ima hafta choose the weapon that I use
And light my infared dead on forehead
Woof, woof, woff mother fucker now your in red
Your runnin around with a string of
Now nigger you don't wanna see me or the k to the I to the mother d
Straight g's from the
Im droppin your lyrics on best kid rock beat
Now ima kick ya like this and like
I'm kickin a funky track kid rock because we go way back
in the day's to the late 80's
When I dropped the stuff, drunk, and dirty young niggers
Crazy, but now kickin 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 trying to us
Slangin ain't the way to get
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 nina ready to explode
On any tryin to jack, rat-a-tat-tat
Put his ass on his back for the
Now can I keep my and get wild?
Me, kid and wes chill, just coolin on the island
It's like this and that
I you mother fuckers better pack your back
b-b-bellisle
Bell-bellisle
b-b-bellisle
(here in detriot)
I got my harley on the revvin
If a whip-it was a I'd be lost in heaven
I'm rollin 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 and eat pork 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 what the all about
I like rollin up on hoes and screamin balls in your
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 gutter on the mother fuckin
Bellisle
Bell-bellisle
b-b-bellisle
(here in detriot)