Luyện nghe bài hát Rollin' (Urban Assault Vehicle)

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

Fred Durst]
Move in now out!
Hands up, now down!
Back up! up!
Tell me you gonna do now!
Breathe in, now out!
Hands up, now down!
Back up! 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 this shit right here
L-I-M-P, Bizkit is here
in the house put them hands in the air
Cause if you don't care, than we care
See I, ain't givin a fuck, quit your luck
Untouchable, unfuckable
So keep me in this cage, until you run that
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 next? Just know it's Red and Meth
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, thought y'all wasn't gon' see me?
Check my, slang atrocious
I let these nuts hang, focus, it's Wu Tang
What the fuck's a Hootie and the
I wave my Flag at the roaches
who approaches, twin, supersoakers
Who poisonous darts for culprits
Too late to get blow gun un-holstered
left buttered up and lightly toasted
So what, I drink and too much
So what I too much, shut the fuck up!

Yo, yo
Now when we roll, you tuck in your gold
Cause for the platinum, I'm jackin niggaz up in
It ain't nothin, for to unbutton your clothes
Description, yellow male, tissue up in his
You bitches, swing the vine on the babboon
I'm hairy as hell, outta hell and up
I'm a dog only in the bathroom, what?
In high school, I dealt 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 crumbs 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 your back, Wu up in it
Anyone can match me I crack 'em all to
Fuck how many thugs players and in it
Brick City, Shaolin, better call us
Boys run up in your wife, maul and spill it
P- P- POW!
(AAAAAAAAAHH!)
Yo he c'mon!!

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

[DMX
AAAAAAAAHHH!!!

You, mess with Limp Bizkit (yeah)
You can't with Limp Bizkit (why?)
Because we get it on, (when?) every day and night (oh)
See platinum 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, really wanna get shit
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 you at?! [DMX bark]
Bump that shit! Bump that shit! Bump shit! Bump that shit!
Ryders! Punk!