Luyện nghe bài hát Rollin' (Urban Assault Vehicle)

[Fred
Play the track!
Play fuckin track!! Oh there 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: Fred
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 you gonna do now! (C'mon!)
You rollin, 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 shit right
L-I-M-P, Bizkit is right
in the house put them hands in the air
Cause if you don't care, than we don't
See I, ain't givin a fuck, quit pressin luck
Untouchable, unfuckable
So keep me in this cage, until you run mouth
Then I'ma have the plague, and break the out
And then we'll see left, after one round wit X
And am I bringin next? Just know it's Red and Meth
So where the 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?
my, dangerous slang atrocious
When I let these nuts hang, focus, it's Wu
What the fuck's a and the Blowfish
I wave my Black at the roaches
who approaches, these twin,
Who have darts for culprits
Too late to get your gun un-holstered
You're buttered up and lightly toasted
So what, I drink and smoke too
So what I too much, shut the fuck up!

Yo, yo
Now when we roll, you motherfuckers tuck in your
Cause for the platinum, I'm jackin up in limos
It nothin, for bullets to unbutton your clothes
Description, male, tissue up in his nose
You bitches, swing the vine on the babboon
I'm hairy as hell, hell and tattoed up
I'm a dog only in the bathroom, what?
In high school, I dealt with the classroom sluts

[Method
My is, Johnny, Donnie, Brasco
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 like Craig paw was in it
up, on your 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 darker that kid with the Parker
Baldhead with the boots who shoots to make it
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 yo' brain to yo' head
But be shittin on yourslef cause you, already dead
And at the you won't need a casket
Leavin enough of him to stuff in a basket
A a tasket, I really need my ass kicked
My moms let me forget, that I'm a bastard
I ain't never shit, and ain't gon' be shit
That's why I take shit, I see shit
It's just D shit, D's short for do what I wanna do
And that's what I'm gonna do, right here in 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, mess with Limp Bizkit (yeah)
You can't mess Limp Bizkit (why?)
we get it on, (when?) every day and every night (oh)
See platinum thing right here? (uh huh)
we doin it all the time (what?)
So you better get some better
And uh, get some rhymes (oooh!)
You really, really, wanna get shit started
Well people everywhere just get
Get retarded, get retarded, people everywhere get retarded!

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