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 y'all) Method 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!
Back up! up!
Tell me you gonna do now!
Breathe in, now out!
Hands up, now down!
up! Back up!
Tell me you gonna do now! (C'mon!)
You keep rollin, rollin, rollin, (Uh!)
Keep 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, Bizkit is here
People in the put them hands 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 keep me in this cage, until you run that
Then I'ma have the plague, and break the out
And then we'll see who's left, after one wit X
And what am I 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 y'all wasn't see me?
my, dangerous slang atrocious
When I let these nuts hang, focus, Wu Tang
What the fuck's a Hootie and the
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 drink and too much
So what I cuss too much, shut the up!

Yo, yo
Now when we roll, you motherfuckers tuck in gold
Cause for the platinum, I'm jackin up in limos
It ain't nothin, for bullets to your clothes
Description, yellow male, tissue up in his
You bitches, the vine on the babboon nuts
I'm as hell, outta hell and tattoed up
I'm a dog only fuck in the bathroom,
In high school, I dealt with the classroom sluts

[Method
My name is, Johnny, Donnie,
Tuck the gat low, cut your flow
Yell if you money, funny
A hungry dummy 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 me I crack 'em all to Guinness
how many thugs players and ballers in it
Brick City, Shaolin, better us sinners
Boys that'll run up in your wife, and spill it
P- P- POW!
(AAAAAAAAAHH!)
Yo he c'mon!!

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

bark]
AAAAAAAAHHH!!!

You, wanna mess Limp 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 get some better beats
And uh, get some rhymes (oooh!)
You really, really, really get shit started
people everywhere 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! that shit! Bump that shit!
Ryders! Punk!