Luyện nghe bài hát Rollin' (Urban Assault Vehicle)

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

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

Durst]
Now I know y'all be lovin shit right here
L-I-M-P, Bizkit is here
People in the put them hands in the air
Cause if you care, than we don't care
See I, ain't givin a fuck, pressin your luck
Untouchable, branded
So keep me in cage, until you run that mouth
I'ma have the plague, and break the fuck 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 fuck you at Shut the fuck up!
And back the fuck up, while we this track up!

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

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

Yo, yo
Now when we roll, you motherfuckers tuck in your
Cause for the platinum, I'm niggaz up in limos
It ain't nothin, for 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 fuck in the bathroom,
In high school, I dealt only with the classroom

Man]
My is, Johnny, Donnie, Brasco
Tuck the gat low, cut cash flow
Yell if you money, funny
A dummy snatch 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 35 to 40 minutes
Smell up the bathroom like paw was in it
up, on your back, Wu swords up in it
Anyone can match me I 'em all to Guinness
how many thugs players and ballers in it
Brick City, Shaolin, better call us
Boys that'll run up in your wife, and spill it
P- P- POW!
(AAAAAAAAAHH!)
Yo he c'mon!!

It don't 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
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 on yourslef cause you, already dead
And at the you won't 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 been shit, and ain't 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 be runnin you and your man straight up out
While y'all niggaz runnin a FUCKIN thing but yo' mouth

bark]
AAAAAAAAHHH!!!

You, wanna mess 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)
Well we it all the time (what?)
So you better get better beats
And uh, get better rhymes (oooh!)
You really, really, really wanna get shit
Well everywhere just get retarded
Get retarded, get retarded, people everywhere get retarded!

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