Luyện nghe bài hát Rollin' (Urban Assault Vehicle)

[Fred
Play the track!
Play that 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
in now move out!
Hands up, now down!
up! Back 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 rollin, rollin, rollin, rollin (Uh!)
rollin, rollin, rollin, rollin (What!)
Keep rollin, rollin, rollin, (Uh!)
rollin, rollin, rollin, rollin

[Fred
Now I know be lovin this shit right here
L-I-M-P, is right 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 luck
Untouchable, branded
So keep me in this cage, until you run that
Then have the plague, and break the fuck out
And then we'll see who's left, one round wit X
And what am I next? Just know it's Red and Meth
So the fuck you at punk? Shut the fuck up!
And back the fuck up, we fuck 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, dangerous slang
When I let these nuts hang, focus, it's Wu
What the a Hootie and the Blowfish
I my Black Flag at the roaches
who approaches, twin, supersoakers
Who have darts for culprits
Too late to get blow 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
Cause for the platinum, I'm niggaz up in limos
It ain't nothin, for bullets to unbutton your
Description, male, tissue up in his nose
You bitches, swing the vine on the nuts
I'm hairy as hell, hell and tattoed up
I'm a dog fuck 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
if you want money, funny
A dummy 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 bathroom like paw was in it
Endin up, on back, Wu swords up in it
Anyone can match me I 'em all to Guinness
Fuck how many thugs players and in it
City, Shaolin, better call us sinners
Boys that'll run up in your wife, maul and it
P- P- POW!
(AAAAAAAAAHH!)
Yo he c'mon!!

It don't get no darker than that kid with the Parker
Baldhead the boots who shoots to make it spark
Now I'm a fair nigga, but ain't nigga
quicker the hair-trigga, so if you dare nigga
be like 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 need a
Leavin just enough of him to stuff in a
A tisket a tasket, I really need my ass
My never let me forget, that I'm a bastard
I ain't never been shit, and gon' be shit
why I take shit, whenever I see shit
It's just that D shit, D's for do what 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 y'all niggaz ain't runnin a FUCKIN thing but yo'

bark]
AAAAAAAAHHH!!!

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