Luyện nghe bài hát Rollin' (Urban Assault Vehicle)

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

[HOOK: Durst]
Move in now out!
up, now hands down!
Back up! up!
Tell me you gonna do now!
Breathe in, now out!
up, now hands down!
Back up! up!
Tell me what you 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 right here
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, ain't givin a fuck, pressin your luck
Untouchable, unfuckable
So me in this cage, until you run that mouth
I'ma have the plague, and break the fuck out
And then see who's left, after one round wit X
And what am I next? Just know it's Red and Meth
So where the fuck you at punk? Shut the up!
And back the fuck up, we fuck this track up!

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

[Method
Oh what, y'all y'all wasn't gon' see me?
my, dangerous slang atrocious
When I let these hang, focus, it's Wu Tang
What the a Hootie and the Blowfish
I wave my Black at the roaches
who approaches, twin, supersoakers
Who have poisonous for culprits
Too late to get your gun un-holstered
You're left buttered up and lightly
So what, I drink and too much
So I cuss 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 ain't nothin, for bullets to your clothes
Description, male, tissue up in his nose
You bitches, swing the vine on the nuts
I'm as hell, outta hell and tattoed up
I'm a dog only in the bathroom, what?
In high school, I dealt only the classroom sluts

[Method
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, in the mosh pit

Yo, and I'm the D.O., you lookin at the raw
on Friday, I spit 35 to 40
Smell up the bathroom Craig paw was in it
Endin up, on back, Wu swords up in it
Anyone can me I crack 'em all to Guinness
Fuck how many players and ballers 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 get no darker than that kid with the Parker
Baldhead 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 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 won't a casket
Leavin just enough of him to stuff in a
A tisket a tasket, I need my ass kicked
My never 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 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 man straight up out
While y'all niggaz runnin a FUCKIN thing but yo' mouth

[DMX
AAAAAAAAHHH!!!

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

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