Luyện nghe bài hát Rollin' (Urban Assault Vehicle)

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

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

[Fred
Now I know y'all be lovin this shit here
L-I-M-P, Bizkit is right
in the house put them hands in the air
Cause if you don't care, we don't care
See I, ain't givin a fuck, quit pressin your
Untouchable, unfuckable
So me in this cage, until you run that mouth
Then have the plague, and break the fuck out
And then we'll see who's left, one round wit X
And am I bringin next? Just know it's Red and Meth
So the fuck you at punk? Shut the fuck up!
And the fuck up, while we fuck this track up!

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

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

Yo, yo
Now when we roll, you motherfuckers in your gold
for the platinum, I'm jackin niggaz up in limos
It nothin, for bullets to unbutton your clothes
Description, male, tissue up in his nose
You bitches, swing the on the babboon nuts
I'm hairy as hell, hell and tattoed up
I'm a dog only in the bathroom, what?
In school, I dealt only with the classroom sluts

Man]
My is, Johnny, Donnie, Brasco
Tuck the gat low, cut your cash
Yell if you money, funny
A hungry dummy snatch from me
Doc and Hot Niks, bodies in the 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
can match me I crack 'em all to Guinness
Fuck how thugs players and ballers in it
Brick City, Shaolin, better call us
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 the Parker
Baldhead with the who shoots to make it spark
Now I'm a fair nigga, but ain't nann
quicker than the hair-trigga, so if you nigga
be like your man tryin to hold yo' brain to yo' head
But you'll be shittin on yourslef cause you, already
And at the funeral you need a casket
Leavin just enough of him to stuff in a
A tisket a tasket, I really need my ass
My moms never let me forget, that I'm a
I ain't never been shit, and ain't be shit
why I take shit, whenever I see shit
It's just that D shit, D's short for do I wanna do
And that's what I'm do, right here in front of you
And I'll be runnin you and your man up out
While y'all niggaz ain't runnin a thing but yo' mouth

bark]
AAAAAAAAHHH!!!

You, wanna mess with Bizkit (yeah)
You mess with Limp Bizkit (why?)
Because we get it on, (when?) every day and every (oh)
See this platinum thing right (uh huh)
Well we doin it all the (what?)
So you better get better beats
And uh, get better rhymes (oooh!)
You really, really, wanna get shit started
Well people everywhere get retarded
Get retarded, get retarded, everywhere just get retarded!

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