Luyện nghe bài hát Rollin' (West Side Remix)

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

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

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

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

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

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

Yeah, my release bang the streets
We like orangutans, mangle the beat
Niggaz hatin', to the lies that they tell
My reality takin' where that fiction fail

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

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

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

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

Six-four, chromed out, rollin'
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'

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

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

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

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

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'

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

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

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