Luyện nghe bài hát Rollin' Up

And I'mma rolling up
the weed low when the police is rolling up
Fool all I know is go, don't let them haters me up
for my unborn
They balling when old enough
Yeah, jets
As if I had to say it,
In the middle of bad bitches playlist
banging from my hotel room
Nothing but bitch
Fuck it I die I could sleep bitch
My momma need a bigger crib so I this money, G
Kong ain't got shit on me
My face is a
I don't know but they know me
Bitches pitch it, like
But I'm smart not a wild swinger careful at what I'm
Burners in the sofa careful where you sitting
in to nothing crazy keep it for them crazy niggas
holla at Wiz, the Steelers
like high time at the 50 yard line
Ushers bugging wanna check our
And um, my the planes back
Getting full off of dinner but scraps
Never know when a day may hap-
Pen pictures out of my life and Bitches I Taylor gang
Me and spitta, a grand at the bar
drinks for my niggas
Hoes selling souls just to be with us
On the road with winners,
Ride weed to myself the only reason they stress
Because I'm on the you can't be in
And I flick the middle finger to friends
We live like the loyalty is strong you can't bend
We the and all of my niggas stamped in
Billionaire clothes out in Vegas fucking hoes
I'm in the air
You where near close
and took the road this young'un here chose
it by the "O"