Luyện nghe bài hát Rollin' (West Side Remix)

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

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

I'm a beast, still got a
Still got my thumpin' down the concrete
and blue Bugatti
This is Strong Arm robbery, you can't 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 recognize the number, answer my phone
Rockin' area code, still stay in my zone
I don't play no games now, bitch, I'm grown
Now I crack your fuckin' 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 bang through the streets
We hang orangutans, mangle the beat
Niggaz hatin', gravitatin' to the lies that tell
My reality takin' where that fiction fail

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

my change, I rearrange some thangs
My slang, click, bang and they brains
Then I pray, Our who art in Heaven
Got jumpin' out the buildin' like 9/11

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

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'

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

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

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

Strip down my frame, my lane
Insane with my ink pen, Citizen
Don't complain when the slide back 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 need no help
is a pistol, I use to protect myself
Careful hammerhead hollow points
Is bad for health, my nia

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

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

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