Luyện nghe bài hát Rollin' (Urban Assault Vehicle)

[Fred
Play the track!
Play that fuckin track!! Oh it is
Bizkit! DMX (what?)
Redman (that's right y'all) Man
We keep 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!
in, now breathe out!
Hands up, now down!
up! Back 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 this shit right here
L-I-M-P, Bizkit is here
People in the put them hands in the air
if you don't care, than we don't care
See I, givin a fuck, quit pressin your luck
Untouchable, branded
So keep me in cage, until you run that mouth
Then I'ma the plague, and break the fuck out
And then we'll see who's left, after one wit X
And am I bringin next? Just know it's Red and Meth
So where the fuck you at punk? Shut the up!
And the fuck up, while 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 atrocious
When I let 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 have poisonous darts for
Too late to get your blow gun
You're left buttered up and lightly
So what, I drink and smoke too
So I cuss too much, shut 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, yellow male, 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 fuck in the bathroom, what?
In high school, I dealt with the classroom sluts

Man]
My name is, Johnny, Donnie,
Tuck the gat low, cut your flow
Yell if you want money,
A hungry dummy snatch 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
up the bathroom like Craig paw was in it
Endin up, on back, Wu swords up in it
Anyone can me I crack 'em all to Guinness
Fuck how many thugs and ballers in it
Brick City, Shaolin, call us sinners
that'll run up in your wife, maul and spill it
P- P- POW!
(AAAAAAAAAHH!)
Yo he c'mon!!

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

[DMX
AAAAAAAAHHH!!!

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