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

Fred Durst]
Move in now out!
Hands up, now down!
up! Back up!
Tell me you gonna do now!
Breathe in, now out!
Hands up, now down!
up! Back 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!)
Keep rollin, rollin, rollin,

[Fred
Now I y'all be lovin this shit right here
L-I-M-P, is right here
in the house put them hands in the air
Cause if you don't care, we don't care
See I, givin a fuck, quit pressin your luck
Untouchable, branded
So keep me in this cage, until you run that
Then I'ma the plague, and break the fuck out
And then we'll see left, after one round wit X
And what am I bringin next? know it's Red and Meth
So where the fuck you at punk? the fuck up!
And back the fuck up, while we fuck this up!

Are you ready...
Are you ready...
Are you ready!!!

[Method
Oh what, thought y'all wasn't gon' see me?
Check my, dangerous atrocious
When I let nuts hang, focus, it's Wu Tang
the fuck's a Hootie and the Blowfish
I wave my Flag at the roaches
who approaches, twin, supersoakers
Who have poisonous darts for
Too to get your blow gun un-holstered
You're left up and lightly toasted
So what, I and smoke too much
So what I cuss too much, the fuck up!

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

[Method
My name is, Johnny, Donnie,
Tuck the gat low, cut 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 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
Brick City, Shaolin, call us sinners
Boys that'll run up in your wife, maul and it
P- P- POW!
(AAAAAAAAAHH!)
Yo he c'mon!!

It just get no darker than that kid with the Parker
Baldhead with the boots who shoots to it spark
Now I'm a fair nigga, but nann nigga
than the hair-trigga, so if you dare nigga
It'll be like your man tryin to hold yo' brain to yo'
But you'll be shittin on yourslef cause you, dead
And at the funeral you need a casket
Leavin just enough of him to in a basket
A tisket a tasket, I really my ass kicked
My moms never let me forget, I'm a bastard
I ain't never been shit, and gon' be shit
That's why I take shit, 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 here in of you
And I'll be you and your man straight up out
While y'all ain't runnin a FUCKIN thing but yo' mouth

[DMX
AAAAAAAAHHH!!!

You, wanna mess with Bizkit (yeah)
You mess with Limp Bizkit (why?)
Because we get it on, (when?) every day and night (oh)
See this platinum thing right (uh huh)
Well we it all the time (what?)
So you better get some beats
And uh, get some rhymes (oooh!)
You really, really, really get shit started
Well people just get retarded
Get retarded, get retarded, everywhere 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 shit! Bump that shit!
Ryders! Punk!