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 just 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!
up, now hands down!
Back up! up!
Tell me what you do now! (C'mon!)
You keep rollin, rollin, rollin, (Uh!)
Keep rollin, rollin, rollin, (What!)
rollin, rollin, rollin, rollin (Uh!)
Keep rollin, rollin, rollin,

Durst]
Now I know 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 givin a fuck, quit pressin luck
Untouchable, unfuckable
So me in this cage, until you run that mouth
Then 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, 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 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 poisonous for culprits
Too to get your blow gun un-holstered
You're left buttered up and lightly
So what, I drink and too much
So what I cuss too much, shut the up!

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

[Method
My name is, Johnny, Donnie,
Tuck the gat low, cut your flow
Yell if you money, funny
A hungry 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 spit 35 to 40
up the bathroom like Craig paw was in it
Endin up, on your back, Wu up in it
Anyone can match me I '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 boots who shoots to make it
Now I'm a fair nigga, but ain't nann
quicker than the hair-trigga, so if you dare
It'll be like man tryin to hold yo' brain to yo' head
But be shittin on yourslef cause 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 need my ass
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 that D shit, D's short for do what I do
And that's what I'm gonna do, right 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 mess with Limp Bizkit (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 better
And uh, get some better (oooh!)
You really, really, really get shit started
Well 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 that shit! Bump that shit! Bump shit!
Ryders! Punk!