Luyện nghe bài hát Rollin' (Urban Assault Vehicle)

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

[HOOK: Fred
in now move out!
Hands up, now down!
Back up! up!
Tell me you gonna do now!
Breathe in, now 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!)
Keep rollin, rollin, rollin, (Uh!)
rollin, rollin, rollin, rollin

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

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

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

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

Man]
My name is, Johnny, Donnie,
Tuck the gat low, cut your cash
Yell if you money, funny
A hungry dummy crumbs 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 35 to 40 minutes
Smell up the bathroom Craig paw was in it
Endin up, on your back, Wu up in it
Anyone can match me I 'em all to Guinness
how many thugs players and ballers in it
Brick City, Shaolin, better us sinners
Boys that'll run up in wife, maul and spill it
P- P- POW!
(AAAAAAAAAHH!)
Yo he c'mon!!

It don't get no darker than that kid with the Parker
Baldhead the boots who shoots to make it spark
Now I'm a fair nigga, but nann nigga
quicker than the hair-trigga, so if you dare
It'll be your man tryin to hold yo' brain to yo' head
But you'll be shittin on cause you, already dead
And at the funeral you won't need a
Leavin just enough of him to in a basket
A tisket a tasket, I need my ass kicked
My moms never let me forget, that I'm a
I ain't been shit, and ain't gon' be shit
That's why I shit, whenever I see shit
just that D shit, D's short for do what I wanna do
And that's what I'm do, right here in front of you
And I'll be you and your man straight up out
While y'all ain't runnin a FUCKIN thing but yo' mouth

[DMX
AAAAAAAAHHH!!!

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

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