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 right y'all) Man
We keep on rollin baby
Are you ready...
Are you ready...
Are you ready!!!

[HOOK: Durst]
in now move out!
Hands up, now down!
up! Back up!
Tell me what you do now!
in, now breathe out!
Hands up, now down!
Back up! up!
Tell me you gonna do now! (C'mon!)
You rollin, 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, is right 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, pressin your luck
Untouchable, unfuckable
So keep me in this cage, you run that mouth
I'ma have the plague, and break the fuck out
And then we'll see who's left, after one wit X
And what am I bringin next? Just know Red and Meth
So where the fuck you at punk? Shut the 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 thought y'all gon' see me?
Check my, dangerous atrocious
I let these nuts hang, focus, it's Wu Tang
What the fuck's a and the Blowfish
I wave my Flag at the roaches
who approaches, these twin,
Who poisonous darts for culprits
Too to get your blow gun un-holstered
You're left buttered up and toasted
So what, I and smoke too much
So I cuss too much, shut the fuck up!

Yo, yo
Now when we roll, you motherfuckers tuck in gold
Cause for the platinum, I'm niggaz up in limos
It ain't nothin, for bullets to your clothes
Description, yellow male, 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 fuck in the bathroom, what?
In school, I dealt only with the classroom sluts

[Method
My is, Johnny, Donnie, Brasco
the gat low, cut your cash flow
Yell if you want money,
A hungry snatch crumbs from me
Doc and Hot Niks, bodies in the pit

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

It just don't get no darker than that kid 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 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 need a casket
Leavin just enough of him to in a basket
A tisket a tasket, I really need my ass
My moms never let me forget, I'm a bastard
I ain't never been shit, and ain't 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 you and your man straight up out
While niggaz ain't runnin a FUCKIN thing but yo' mouth

bark]
AAAAAAAAHHH!!!

You, wanna mess with Limp (yeah)
You can't mess Limp Bizkit (why?)
Because we get it on, (when?) every day and every (oh)
See platinum thing right here? (uh huh)
we doin it all the time (what?)
So you better get some beats
And uh, get some better (oooh!)
You really, really, really wanna get started
Well people everywhere just get
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]
Bump that shit! Bump that shit! Bump that shit! that shit!
Ryders! Punk!