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 denny's eatin southern
I'm not a butt nut you know that I never
But I more coochie than k.d. lang
But I'm not kick an x-rated rap
And if I did you know that you couldnt fade it black
Cause my rap's liek gold, or gems
While your rap's like an 8th full of beeners and
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 suckers don't know my brothers name
Bill ritchie he in chicago
He through town in an eldorado
black, real white so I'm lookin
And I gotta give it up to my homies in
mt. clemens to metro beat
From huston, to l.a., to stoney creek
Like I said, roll it up a hit and then pass it
That's how we do it we roll down grass shit
It's guarenteed everytime we get
I play on my guitar, puff through my big nose
never see me in thyland
But you can catch kid rock on a hot day on the island
Bellisle
bell-bell-bellisle
Bellisle
(here in detriot)
Now wes chill you know we go way
Kid rock I remember guzzlin 40's in your ford
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 don't
Oh yes, yes y'all, yes y'all, and ya quit
Oh yes, yes y'all, yes y'all, and ya stop
Come on wes, give 'em ya got
Give me the mic and i'ma wreck ya 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
a smile pow wow they want this getto thing
So pow wow freaky chow, and ima let it
Born and raised in the e.d. so i'ma let cha
Is wrong I stand strong and i'ma getto bro
Crew yo, I thought you knew when I'd be rollin
No fuckin nytol needed to put your ass to
I fly heads there's dreads with the curly do
I screw hoe's from shamiqua to curly 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 nigger
And if man wanna trip I'll let the trigger go
Pop, pop, pop, pop, now that nigger drop
There goes my girl, the phone 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 with 2 gettin wild bucks 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 hangin in your
With the 40's, hoe's, do I make myself
Yeah, I put you on black hoes
used to like your white ass, your blue eyes and your pionty nose
Yeah we poked 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 down in 93
Dont let me catch them slimmys you roll 'em through
Cause if you do then ima hafta choose the weapon that I use
And light my infared on that forehead
Woof, woof, mother fucker now your left in red
Your runnin around with a 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 your lyrics on your best kid rock beat
Now ima kick ya like this and like
I'm kickin a funky track with kid because we go way back
Back in the to the late 80's
When I dropped the gang stuff, drunk, and dirty young
Crazy, but now were kickin it in the
And st. is where the niggers were frontin
Just coolin with my buds, slangin shit late at
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 pocket full of
Too much late rate, and I gotta rest it
the hookers, the hoe's the takers, the pros
A plated nina ready to explode
On any nigger tryin to jack,
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
It's like this and like
I told you mother better pack your back
Bellisle
bell-bell-bellisle
Bellisle
(here in detriot)
I got my harley on the 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 get fucked, your outta luck
I'm the best mother fucker 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 home
In my back yard, lyin in the sun you I fry quick
Gettin lit I be smokin that tye stick
that's what the kids all about
I rollin up on hoes and screamin balls in your mouth
From south alabama, north montana, I'm and
Chackin cause you I am a
Little long haired high on, and you can find kid
In the on the mother fuckin island
Bellisle
bell-bell-bellisle
Bellisle
(here in detriot)