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 y'all) Method Man
We just on rollin baby
Are you ready...
Are you ready...
Are you ready!!!

[HOOK: Durst]
Move in now out!
up, now hands down!
Back up! up!
Tell me what you 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!)
rollin, rollin, rollin, rollin (What!)
Keep rollin, rollin, rollin, (Uh!)
rollin, rollin, rollin, rollin

[Fred
Now I y'all be lovin this shit right here
L-I-M-P, Bizkit is here
People in the house put them in the air
Cause if you don't care, than we don't
See I, ain't givin a fuck, pressin your luck
Untouchable, branded
So keep me in this cage, until you run mouth
Then I'ma have the plague, and the fuck out
And we'll see who's left, after one round 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 fuck this 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 Hootie and the
I wave my Black at the roaches
who approaches, these twin,
Who poisonous darts for culprits
Too late to get your gun un-holstered
left buttered up and lightly 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 in your gold
for the platinum, I'm jackin niggaz up in limos
It ain't nothin, for bullets to your clothes
Description, yellow male, up in his nose
You bitches, swing the on the babboon 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

Man]
My name is, Johnny, Donnie,
the gat low, cut your cash flow
Yell if you money, funny
A hungry dummy snatch crumbs me
Doc and Hot Niks, bodies in the pit

Yo, and I'm the D.O., you at the raw invented
on Friday, I 35 to 40 minutes
Smell up the bathroom Craig paw was in it
Endin up, on back, Wu swords up in it
Anyone can match me I crack 'em all to
how many thugs 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 don't get no than that kid with the Parker
Baldhead with the boots who shoots to 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, dead
And at the funeral you won't need a
just enough of him to stuff in a basket
A tisket a tasket, I need my ass kicked
My moms let me forget, that I'm a bastard
I ain't never been shit, and ain't be shit
That's why I shit, whenever I see shit
It's that D shit, D's short for do what I wanna do
And that's what I'm gonna do, right 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

bark]
AAAAAAAAHHH!!!

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