Luyện nghe bài hát Rollin' (Urban Assault Vehicle)

[Fred
the fuckin track!
Play that fuckin track!! Oh it is
Bizkit! DMX (what?)
Redman (that's right y'all) Man
We keep on rollin baby
Are you ready...
Are you ready...
Are you ready!!!

[HOOK: Fred
Move in now out!
up, now hands down!
Back up! up!
Tell me you gonna do now!
in, now breathe out!
Hands up, now down!
up! Back up!
Tell me you gonna do now! (C'mon!)
You keep rollin, rollin, rollin, (Uh!)
Keep rollin, rollin, rollin, (What!)
rollin, rollin, rollin, rollin (Uh!)
Keep rollin, rollin, rollin,

[Fred
Now I know y'all be lovin this shit right
L-I-M-P, Bizkit is here
People in the house put hands in the air
if you don't care, than we don't care
See I, givin a fuck, quit pressin your luck
Untouchable, branded
So keep me in this cage, until you run mouth
I'ma have the plague, and break the fuck out
And then we'll see left, after one round wit X
And what am I bringin next? Just know it's Red and
So where the fuck you at Shut the fuck up!
And back the fuck up, while we this track up!

Are you ready...
Are you ready...
Are you ready!!!

[Method
Oh what, y'all y'all wasn't gon' see me?
Check my, dangerous atrocious
When I let nuts hang, focus, it's Wu Tang
the fuck's a Hootie and the Blowfish
I wave my Black at the roaches
who approaches, these twin,
Who have poisonous darts for
Too to get your blow gun un-holstered
You're left up and lightly toasted
So what, I drink and too much
So what I cuss too much, the fuck up!

Yo, yo
Now when we roll, you tuck in your gold
Cause for the platinum, I'm niggaz up in limos
It ain't nothin, for to unbutton your clothes
Description, male, tissue up in his nose
You bitches, the vine on the babboon nuts
I'm hairy as hell, hell and tattoed up
I'm a dog fuck in the bathroom, what?
In high school, I dealt only the classroom sluts

Man]
My name is, Johnny, Donnie,
Tuck the gat low, cut cash flow
if you want money, funny
A hungry dummy crumbs from me
Doc and Hot Niks, in the mosh pit

Yo, and I'm the D.O., you lookin at the raw
on Friday, I spit 35 to 40
up the bathroom like Craig paw was in it
Endin up, on back, Wu swords up in it
Anyone can match me I crack 'em all to
Fuck how many thugs players and in it
City, Shaolin, better call us sinners
Boys that'll run up in wife, maul and spill it
P- P- POW!
(AAAAAAAAAHH!)
Yo he c'mon!!

It just don't get no darker than that kid with the
Baldhead with the boots who shoots to it spark
Now I'm a fair nigga, but ain't nann
than the hair-trigga, so if you dare nigga
It'll be like your man tryin to hold yo' to yo' head
But you'll be shittin on yourslef cause you, already
And at the funeral you won't need a
Leavin just of him to stuff in a basket
A tisket a tasket, I really my ass kicked
My moms let me forget, that I'm a bastard
I ain't been shit, and ain't gon' be shit
That's why I take shit, whenever I see
It's just that D shit, D's for do what I wanna do
And that's what I'm gonna do, right here in of you
And I'll be you and your man straight up out
While y'all niggaz ain't a FUCKIN thing but yo' mouth

[DMX
AAAAAAAAHHH!!!

You, wanna with Limp Bizkit (yeah)
You can't mess with Limp (why?)
we get it on, (when?) every day and every night (oh)
See this thing right here? (uh huh)
Well we it all the time (what?)
So you better get better beats
And uh, get better rhymes (oooh!)
You really, really, wanna get shit started
Well people just get retarded
Get retarded, get retarded, people everywhere get retarded!

That's baby!
out punk!
Limp Bizkit! DMX! Man! Redman!
And Beatz!
Where the fuck you at?! bark]
Bump that shit! Bump that shit! Bump shit! Bump that shit!
Ryders! Punk!