Luyện nghe bài hát Rollin' (Urban Assault Vehicle)

[Fred
the fuckin track!
Play fuckin 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!!!

[HOOK: Fred
Move in now out!
up, now hands down!
Back up! up!
Tell me what you do now!
in, now breathe out!
Hands up, now down!
up! Back up!
Tell me what you do now! (C'mon!)
You rollin, rollin, rollin, rollin (Uh!)
Keep rollin, rollin, rollin, (What!)
rollin, rollin, rollin, rollin (Uh!)
Keep rollin, rollin, rollin,

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

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

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

Yo, yo
Now when we roll, you tuck in your gold
for the platinum, I'm jackin niggaz up in limos
It nothin, for bullets to unbutton your clothes
Description, yellow male, tissue up in his
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
if you want money, funny
A hungry dummy 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 35 to 40 minutes
up the bathroom like Craig paw was in it
Endin up, on your back, Wu up in it
can match me I crack 'em all to Guinness
Fuck how many players and ballers in it
Brick City, Shaolin, better us sinners
Boys that'll run up in wife, maul and spill it
P- P- POW!
(AAAAAAAAAHH!)
Yo he c'mon!!

It just don't get no darker than kid with the Parker
with the boots who shoots to make it spark
Now I'm a nigga, but ain't nann nigga
quicker the hair-trigga, so if you dare nigga
It'll be like man tryin to hold yo' brain to yo' head
But you'll be shittin on cause you, already dead
And at the funeral you won't need a
just enough of him to stuff in a basket
A tisket a tasket, I need 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 shit, whenever I see shit
It's just D shit, D's short for do what I wanna do
And what I'm gonna do, right here in front of you
And I'll be runnin you and man straight up out
While y'all niggaz ain't a FUCKIN thing but yo' mouth

bark]
AAAAAAAAHHH!!!

You, mess with Limp Bizkit (yeah)
You can't mess with Limp (why?)
we get it on, (when?) every day and every night (oh)
See this thing right here? (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, people just get retarded!

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