Luyện nghe bài hát Rollin' on The Island

Bellisle
Bell-bellisle
Hey kid rock, tell 'em how your
Man I spend my birthdays at denny's eatin slams
I'm not a butt nut you know that I bang
But I lick coochie than k.d. lang
But I'm not gonna kick an rap
And even if I did you know that you fade it black
my rap's liek gold, or precious gems
While your 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 roger clinton, I'm not off my brothers fame
all you sap suckers don't even know my brothers name
Bill ritchie he in chicago
He rides through town in an
black, real white so I'm lookin
And I gotta give it up to my in brooklyn
Romeo mt. clemens to beat
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 everytime we get hoe's
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 rollin on the
b-b-bellisle
Bell-bellisle
b-b-bellisle
(here in detriot)
Now wes you know we go way back
Kid rock I remember guzzlin 40's in your 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 don't
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, 'em what ya got
Give me the mic and i'ma wreck ya from the to end
But gimme brew and that and i'ma do you in
You talkin trash, I smoke ass so fast you wouldnt know
hit you bro, so here I got you thought I couldnt flow
To a track layed by kid rock g
Now even bitches in the subberbs they jock me
With a smile pow wow they this getto thing
So pow wow freaky chow, and ima let it
Born and raised in the e.d. so let cha know
Is that I stand strong and i'ma getto bro
Crew yo, I thought you knew I'd be rollin deep
No fuckin nytol needed to put your ass to
I fly heads where dreads with the curly do
I screw hoe's shamiqua 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 phone somebody call the
When they I'm gonna run outta my fuckin steals
And them 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 when rollin on the island
Bellisle
bell-bell-bellisle
Bellisle
(here in detriot)
Now prince I remember hangin in your hood
With the 40's, hoe's, do I make understood?
Yeah, I put you on them black
They used to like white ass, your blue eyes and your pionty nose
we poked hoe's in heards (word)
Then I took your 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 I gotta use
And light my dead on that forehead
Woof, woof, woff fucker now your left in red
Your runnin around a string of chicks
Now you don't wanna see me or the k to the I to the mother fuckin d
g's from the streets
Im droppin your lyrics on your best kid beat
Now ima kick ya like and like that
I'm kickin a track with kid rock because 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 were it in the 90's
And st. is where the niggers were frontin
Just coolin with my buds, slangin late at night
But the jealous niggers to tell us
Slangin the way to get paid
But fuck the bullshit all I'm thinkin is ponytail
I get made, I got a pocket full of lint
Too late former rate, and I gotta rest it
Shit the hookers, the the takers, the pros
A nickle plated ready to explode
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, just coolin on the
like this and like that
I told you mother fuckers pack your back
Bellisle
bell-bell-bellisle
Bellisle
(here in detriot)
I got my harley on the highway
If a whip-it was a I'd be lost in heaven
I'm straight 7 so what up?
Like bush wisk said you pussy get fucked, your outta luck
Cause I'm the best fucker from this time
For I snort cocaine and eat pork rines
signs is what I'm sowin
I'm the hoe and I'm the mind blowin home growin
In my yard, lyin in the sun you know I fry quick
Gettin lit when I be smokin that tye
Cause that's what the kids all
I like up on hoes and screamin balls in your mouth
From south alabama, north montana, I'm and
Chackin cause you I am a
Little haired high on, and you can find kid rock
In the gutter on the fuckin island
Bellisle
bell-bell-bellisle
Bellisle
(here in detriot)