Luyện nghe bài hát Rollin' (Urban Assault Vehicle)

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

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

Durst]
Now I know y'all be lovin this shit here
L-I-M-P, Bizkit is here
People in the house put them in the air
if you don't care, than we don't care
See I, givin a fuck, quit pressin your luck
Untouchable, unfuckable
So keep me in this cage, until you run mouth
I'ma have the plague, and break the fuck out
And then we'll see who's left, after one wit X
And what am I bringin next? know it's Red and Meth
So the fuck you at punk? 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 y'all wasn't gon' see me?
my, dangerous 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, these twin,
Who have poisonous darts for
Too to get your blow gun un-holstered
You're left buttered up and lightly
So what, I drink and smoke too
So what I too much, shut 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 bullets to unbutton clothes
Description, yellow male, up in his nose
You bitches, swing the on the babboon nuts
I'm hairy as hell, outta hell and up
I'm a dog fuck in the bathroom, what?
In high school, I only with the classroom sluts

Man]
My name is, Johnny, Donnie,
Tuck the gat low, cut your cash
Yell if you want money,
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
up the bathroom like Craig paw was in it
Endin up, on your back, Wu up in it
Anyone can me I crack 'em all to Guinness
how many thugs players and ballers in it
Brick City, Shaolin, better call us
that'll run up in your wife, maul and spill it
P- P- POW!
(AAAAAAAAAHH!)
Yo he c'mon!!

It just don't get no darker that kid with the Parker
with the boots who shoots to make it spark
Now I'm a fair nigga, but ain't nann
quicker than the hair-trigga, so if you nigga
It'll be like man tryin to hold yo' brain to yo' head
But you'll be shittin on yourslef cause you, dead
And at the funeral you won't a casket
Leavin just 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 ain't gon' be
That's why I take shit, I see shit
just that D shit, D's short for do what I wanna 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 niggaz ain't a FUCKIN thing but yo' mouth

[DMX
AAAAAAAAHHH!!!

You, wanna mess with Limp (yeah)
You mess with Limp Bizkit (why?)
Because we get it on, (when?) every day and night (oh)
See this platinum thing right (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 wanna get started
Well people 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?! [DMX
Bump that shit! that shit! Bump that shit! Bump that shit!
Ryders! Punk!