Luyện nghe bài hát Rollin' (West Side Remix)

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

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

I'm a beast, got a crease
Still got my thumpin' down the concrete
Black and blue
This is Strong Arm robbery, you deny me

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

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

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

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

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

Boomerang my change, I some thangs
My slang, click, bang and they brains
I pray, Our Father who art in Heaven
Got people jumpin' out the buildin' like

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

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

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

Yeah, I repeat my name over
I on the finer things, you cringe in defeat
Escalation, to another plateau
Sometimes it a few steps back to mentally grow

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

down my frame, repave my lane
Insane my ink pen, Citizen Kane
Don't complain when the chamber slide back and
it taste like shit when you sayin' my name

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

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

Six-four, chromed out, 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 through the city with a big ol' pistol
Trickin' off these niggaz in the Range,
I was smokin', drinkin', end up kinda
through my rear view, they followin' me

I wonder why the are they followin' me
I seem them creepin' two cars behind me
You'll never me slippin', just me and my piece
You must be if you think I'ma call the police