Luyện nghe bài hát Rollin' (Urban Assault Vehicle)

[Fred
Play the track!
Play that track!! Oh there 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: Durst]
in now move out!
Hands up, now down!
up! Back up!
Tell me you gonna do now!
Breathe in, now out!
up, now hands down!
Back up! 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 be lovin this shit right here
L-I-M-P, Bizkit is right
People in the house put hands in the air
Cause if you don't care, than we don't
See I, ain't givin a fuck, pressin your luck
Untouchable, branded
So keep me in this cage, until you run mouth
Then I'ma have the plague, and the fuck out
And then we'll see who's left, one round wit X
And what am I bringin Just know it's Red and Meth
So the fuck 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, thought y'all wasn't gon' see me?
Check my, dangerous slang
When I let these nuts hang, focus, Wu Tang
What the fuck's a Hootie and the
I wave my Black Flag at the
who approaches, these twin,
Who have darts for culprits
Too to get your blow gun un-holstered
You're left buttered up and lightly
So what, I and smoke too much
So I cuss too much, shut the fuck up!

Yo, yo
Now when we roll, you tuck in your gold
Cause for the platinum, I'm jackin 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 babboon
I'm hairy as hell, outta 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 cash flow
if you want money, funny
A hungry dummy snatch 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
Smell up the bathroom 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 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 kid with the Parker
Baldhead with the who shoots to make it spark
Now I'm a fair nigga, but nann nigga
quicker 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 shittin on yourslef you, already dead
And at the funeral you won't need a
Leavin just enough of him to 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 been shit, and gon' 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 I'm gonna do, right here in front of you
And I'll be you and your man straight up out
While y'all niggaz ain't a FUCKIN thing but yo' mouth

bark]
AAAAAAAAHHH!!!

You, wanna with Limp Bizkit (yeah)
You can't mess with Bizkit (why?)
we get it on, (when?) every day and every 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 better (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! Bump that shit! that shit!
Ryders! Punk!