Luyện nghe bài hát Rollin' (Urban Assault Vehicle)

[Fred
the fuckin track!
Play 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
Move in now out!
Hands up, now down!
Back up! up!
Tell me what you do now!
Breathe in, now out!
Hands up, now 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!)
Keep rollin, rollin, rollin,

[Fred
Now I know y'all be lovin this right here
L-I-M-P, Bizkit is here
People in the 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, branded
So me in this cage, until you run that mouth
Then I'ma 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 it's Red and Meth
So where the fuck you at 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, y'all thought y'all gon' see me?
Check my, dangerous atrocious
When I let these nuts hang, focus, it's Wu
What the fuck's a Hootie and the
I wave my Flag at the roaches
who approaches, twin, supersoakers
Who have darts for culprits
Too late to get blow gun un-holstered
You're left up and lightly toasted
So what, I drink and too much
So what I cuss too much, the fuck up!

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

[Method
My is, Johnny, Donnie, Brasco
Tuck the gat low, cut cash flow
if you want money, funny
A hungry dummy snatch crumbs me
Doc and Hot Niks, in the mosh pit

Yo, and I'm the D.O., you at the raw invented
on Friday, I 35 to 40 minutes
Smell up the like Craig paw was in it
Endin up, on your back, Wu up in it
Anyone can me I crack 'em all to Guinness
Fuck how many 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 with the who shoots to make it spark
Now I'm a fair nigga, but ain't nann
quicker the hair-trigga, so if you dare nigga
It'll be like your man tryin to yo' brain to yo' head
But you'll be on yourslef cause you, already dead
And at the funeral you won't need a
just enough of him to stuff in a basket
A tisket a tasket, I really my ass kicked
My never let me forget, that I'm a bastard
I ain't never shit, and ain't gon' be shit
why I take shit, whenever I see shit
It's that D shit, D's short for do what I wanna do
And what I'm gonna do, right here in front of you
And I'll be runnin you and man straight up out
While y'all niggaz ain't a FUCKIN thing but yo' mouth

bark]
AAAAAAAAHHH!!!

You, wanna with Limp Bizkit (yeah)
You can't with Limp Bizkit (why?)
Because we get it on, (when?) day and every night (oh)
See this platinum right here? (uh huh)
Well we doin it all the (what?)
So you get some better beats
And uh, get better rhymes (oooh!)
You really, really, wanna get shit 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 fuck you at?! bark]
Bump that shit! Bump that shit! Bump that shit! that shit!
Ryders! Punk!