Luyện nghe bài hát Rollin' on The Island

Bellisle
Bell-bellisle
Hey kid rock, 'em how your livin
Man I spend my birthdays at denny's eatin slams
I'm not a butt nut you that I never bang
But I lick coochie than k.d. lang
But I'm not kick an x-rated rap
And even if I did you that you couldnt fade it black
Cause my rap's liek gold, or gems
While your rap's like an 8th 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 riding off my fame
Cause all you sap suckers even know my brothers name
Bill ritchie he lives in
He through town in an eldorado
black, real white so I'm lookin
And I gotta it up to my homies in brooklyn
Romeo mt. clemens to beat
From huston, to l.a., to stoney creek
Like I said, it up take 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, puff loud through my big
You'll never see me in
But you can catch kid rock on a hot day on the island
b-b-bellisle
Bell-bellisle
Bellisle
(here in detriot)
Now wes you know we go way back
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 don't
on wes, give 'em what ya got
Give me the mic and i'ma ya from the start to end
But brew and gimme that and i'ma do you in
You talkin trash, I smoke that ass so you wouldnt know
What hit you bro, so here I got you thought I flow
To a track layed back by kid 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 let cha know
Is that wrong I stand strong and getto bro
Crew yo, I you knew when I'd be rollin deep
No nytol needed to put your ass to sleep
I fly where there's dreads with the curly do
I screw from shamiqua down to curly sue
You I'm jokin, I'm pokin your girl, she lovin me
Sugar walls to my balls that how I'm it
bam thank you mam a dirty nigger wrote
And if your man wanna trip I'll let the go
Pop, pop, pop, pop, now watch nigger drop
There goes my girl, yell the phone somebody the cops
When they come I'm run outta my fuckin steals
And watch them hoe's in the flow like they was gill
a real deal with 2 gettin wild bucks wallet
That's how we do it when were rollin on the
Bellisle
bell-bell-bellisle
Bellisle
(here in detriot)
Now vince 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 your white ass, blue 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 still down in 93
Dont let me them slimmys when you roll 'em through
Cause if you do then ima hafta the weapon that I gotta use
And light my infared on that forehead
Woof, woof, woff mother fucker now left in red
Your runnin around with a string of
Now you don't wanna see me or the k to the I to the mother fuckin d
Straight g's from the
Im droppin lyrics on your best kid rock beat
Now ima kick ya like this and that
I'm kickin a funky with 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 were it in the 90's
And cruew st. is where the niggers were
Just coolin my buds, slangin shit late at night
But the niggers trying to tell us
Slangin ain't the way to get
But the bullshit all I'm thinkin about is ponytail
I gotta get made, I got a full of lint
Too late former rate, and I gotta rest it
the hookers, the hoe's the takers, the pros
A nickle plated nina to explode
On any tryin to jack, rat-a-tat-tat
Put his ass on his for the comosat
Now can I keep my style and get
Me, kid and wes chill, just coolin on the island
It's this and like that
I told you mother fuckers pack your back
Bellisle
Bell-bellisle
Bellisle
(here in detriot)
I got my on the highway revvin
If a whip-it was a nipple I'd be in heaven
I'm rollin 7 so what up?
Like bush wisk you play pussy 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 what I'm
I'm the hoe and I'm knowin the mind home growin
In my back yard, lyin in the sun you know I fry
Gettin lit when I be smokin tye stick
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
cause you know I am a
Little long haired on, and you can find kid rock
In the on the mother fuckin island
b-b-bellisle
Bell-bellisle
b-b-bellisle
(here in detriot)