Luyện nghe bài hát Rollin' (West Side Remix)

See, I was trippin' the city with a big ol' pistol
Trickin' off these in the Range, rental
I was smokin', drinkin', end up kinda
Lookin' through my rear view, they me

I why the fuck are they followin' me
I seem them niggaz creepin' two behind me
You'll never catch me slippin', me and my piece
You must be smokin' if you think call the police

I'm a beast, got a crease
Still got my Converse down the concrete
Black and blue
This is Arm robbery, you can't deny me

My garage, a mirage, a collage of
I look alive the nine when I leave my home
on tour in Japan, been relaxed in Rome
This is grown man business, the tone

If I don't recognize the number, answer my phone
Rockin' every area code, still in my zone
I don't play no fuckin' games now, bitch, I'm
Now I crack your fuckin' neck to the I'm on, yeah

Six-four, chromed out, rollin'
Get your up 'cause X can't stop rollin'
Niggaz thought it was but X came back rollin'
I got my own sack to roll, so I'm

Yeah, my release through the streets
We hang orangutans, mangle the beat
Niggaz hatin', gravitatin' to the lies that they
My reality takin' over that fiction fail

What the hell, as well show the cards I'm holdin'
taste, aromatic, backwood rollin'
Got the Range Rover supercharged, complete with the kit
My chain hang to my dang-a-lang, the fuck, bitch?

Boomerang my change, I some thangs
My slang, click, bang and expose they
Then I pray, Our Father who art in
Got people jumpin' out the like 9/11

Malcolm X to the Z, landin' on them Plymouth Rock
You get knocked out, get in your fuckin' mouth
Now know the business, you want it, come get it
But if you rollin', throw it up, let me know that you it

Six-four, chromed out, rollin'
Get your weight up 'cause X stop rollin'
thought it was over but X came back rollin'
I got my own sack to roll, so I'm

Six-four, out, ragtop rollin'
Get your weight up X can't stop rollin'
Niggaz thought it was over but X came back
I got my own to roll, so I'm rollin'

Yeah, I repeat my name beats
I binge on the things, you cringe in defeat
Escalation, elevation to plateau
Sometimes it take a few steps to mentally grow

we go, what you know? Campaign in motion
Straight West Coast and West rollin'
Got Aston Martin DV9 equipped with a stash box
In case I ever find myself in a tight spot

Strip down my frame, repave my
Insane with my ink pen, Citizen
Don't complain the chamber slide back and bang
Make it taste like when you sayin' my name

It's the Golden State heavyweight, the belt
I'm a one man army, I don't need no help
This is a pistol, I use to myself
Careful these hollow points
Is bad for health, my nia

Six-four, chromed out, rollin'
Get your weight up 'cause X can't stop
Niggaz it was over but X came back rollin'
I got my own to roll, so I'm rollin'

Six-four, out, ragtop rollin'
Get your weight up 'cause X stop rollin'
Niggaz thought it was but X came back rollin'
I got my own to roll, so I'm rollin'

See, I was trippin' the city with a big ol' pistol
Trickin' off these niggaz in the Range,
I was smokin', drinkin', end up kinda
Lookin' my rear view, they followin' me

I why the fuck are they followin' me
I seem them niggaz two cars behind me
You'll catch me slippin', just me and my piece
You must be smokin' if you think I'ma the police