Luyện nghe bài hát Rollin' (West Side Remix)

See, I was trippin' through the city 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 are they followin' me
I seem them niggaz creepin' two cars me
You'll never catch me slippin', just me and my
You be smokin' if you think I'ma call the police

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

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

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

Six-four, chromed out, ragtop
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 through the streets
We like orangutans, mangle the beat
Niggaz hatin', to the lies that they tell
My reality takin' over that fiction fail

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

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

Malcolm X to the Z, on them like 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 that you with it

Six-four, chromed out, ragtop
Get your weight up X can't stop rollin'
Niggaz thought it was over but X came 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 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 plateau
Sometimes it take a few back to mentally grow

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

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

It's the Golden State heavyweight, holdin' the
'Cause I'm a one man army, I need no help
This is a pistol, I use to protect
Careful hammerhead hollow points
Is bad for health, my nia

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

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

See, I was trippin' through the 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 creepin' two behind me
You'll catch me slippin', just me and my piece
You be smokin' if you think I'ma call the police