Luyện nghe bài hát Rollin' (Urban Assault Vehicle)

[Fred
the fuckin track!
Play that fuckin track!! Oh it is
Bizkit! DMX (what?)
Redman (that's y'all) Method Man
We keep on rollin baby
Are you ready...
Are you ready...
Are you ready!!!

[HOOK: Durst]
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 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 know be lovin this shit right here
L-I-M-P, Bizkit is here
People in the house put hands in the air
Cause if you don't care, than we don't
See I, ain't a fuck, quit pressin your luck
Untouchable, branded
So keep me in this cage, until you run mouth
I'ma have the plague, and break the fuck out
And then we'll see who's left, one round wit X
And am I bringin next? Just know it's Red and Meth
So where the fuck you at Shut the fuck up!
And back the fuck up, while we fuck 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 atrocious
When I let these hang, focus, it's Wu Tang
What the a Hootie and the Blowfish
I wave my Black at the roaches
who approaches, twin, supersoakers
Who poisonous darts for culprits
Too late to get your gun un-holstered
You're left buttered up and toasted
So what, I and smoke too much
So what I too much, shut the fuck up!

Yo, yo
Now when we roll, you motherfuckers tuck in your
for the platinum, I'm jackin niggaz up in limos
It ain't nothin, for bullets to unbutton clothes
Description, yellow male, up in his nose
You bitches, swing the on the babboon 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 with the classroom

[Method
My name is, Johnny, Donnie,
Tuck the gat low, cut cash flow
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
can match me I crack 'em all to Guinness
Fuck how thugs players and ballers in it
Brick City, Shaolin, better call us
that'll run up in your wife, maul and spill it
P- P- POW!
(AAAAAAAAAHH!)
Yo he c'mon!!

It just don't get no darker than that kid with the
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 like your man tryin to hold yo' brain to yo'
But you'll be shittin on yourslef cause you, already
And at the funeral you need a casket
Leavin just enough of him to stuff in a
A tisket a tasket, I really need my ass
My moms never let me forget, that I'm a
I ain't never been shit, and gon' be shit
That's why I shit, whenever I see shit
It's just D shit, D's short for do what I wanna do
And that's I'm gonna do, right here in front of you
And be runnin you and your man straight up out
y'all niggaz ain't runnin a FUCKIN thing but yo' mouth

[DMX
AAAAAAAAHHH!!!

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