Luyện nghe bài hát Rollin' on The Island

Bellisle
bell-bell-bellisle
Hey kid rock, 'em how your livin
Man I spend my birthdays at eatin southern slams
I'm not a butt nut you know that I bang
But I lick more than k.d. lang
But I'm not gonna kick an rap
And if I did you know 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 I love to sing
Call me the of pain, but my name ain't sting
Or roger clinton, I'm not off my brothers fame
Cause all you sap don't even know my brothers name
Bill ritchie he in chicago
He through town in an eldorado
black, real white so I'm lookin
And I give it up to my homies in brooklyn
Romeo mt. to metro beat
huston, to l.a., back to stoney creek
Like I said, roll it up a hit and then pass it
That's how we do it when we roll down grass
It's guarenteed we get hoe's
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
Bellisle
Bell-bellisle
b-b-bellisle
(here in detriot)
Now wes chill you know we go way
Kid rock I remember guzzlin 40's in 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 don't
Oh yes, yes y'all, yes y'all, and ya don't
Come on wes, 'em what ya got
me the mic and i'ma wreck ya from the start to end
But gimme brew and that 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 back by kid rock g
Now white bitches in the subberbs they jock me
With a smile pow wow they this getto thing
So pow wow chow, and ima let it hang
Born and raised in the e.d. so i'ma let cha
Is that wrong I strong and i'ma getto bro
Crew yo, I thought you knew when I'd be rollin
No nytol needed to put your ass to sleep
I fly heads there's dreads with the curly do
I screw hoe's from down to curly sue
You think I'm jokin, I'm pokin your girl, she me
Sugar walls to my that how I'm shovin 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, yell the somebody call the cops
When they come I'm gonna run my fuckin steals
And them hoe's in the flow like they was johnny gill
Want a real deal with 2 wild bucks wallet
how we do it when were rollin on the island
Bellisle
bell-bell-bellisle
Bellisle
(here in detriot)
Now prince vince I hangin in your hood
With the 40's, hoe's, do I make myself
Yeah, I put you on them black
They used to like white ass, your blue eyes and your pionty nose
Yeah we poked in heards (word)
Then I your black ass out to the subberbes
People don't know you and me (or unity)
Aint it how were still down in 93
Dont let me catch them slimmys when you roll 'em
Cause if you do then ima hafta choose the weapon that I use
And light my infared dead on that
Woof, woof, woff mother fucker now your in red
Your 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 the streets
Im droppin your lyrics on your best kid rock
Now ima kick ya like this and like
I'm kickin a funky track with kid rock we go way back
Back in the 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 where the niggers were
Just coolin with my buds, shit late at night
But the jealous trying to tell us
ain't the way to get paid
But fuck the bullshit all I'm about is ponytail
I gotta get made, I got a pocket full of
Too much late rate, and I gotta rest it
Shit the hookers, the the takers, the pros
A nickle plated nina ready to
On any nigger tryin to jack,
Put his ass on his for the comosat
Now can I keep my style and get
Me, kid rock and wes chill, just on the island
It's this and like that
I told you mother fuckers better your back
Bellisle
bell-bell-bellisle
Bellisle
(here in detriot)
I got my harley on the revvin
If a whip-it was a nipple I'd be in heaven
I'm rollin 7 so what up?
Like bush wisk said you play pussy get fucked, your luck
Cause I'm the best mother from this 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
Gettin lit when I be that tye stick
Cause what the kids all about
I like rollin up on hoes and screamin in your mouth
From south alabama, montana, I'm smokin and
cause you know I am a
Little 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)