Luyện nghe bài hát Rollin' (West Side Remix)

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

I wonder why the are they followin' me
I seem niggaz creepin' two cars behind me
You'll never catch me slippin', just me and my
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 Bugatti
This is Arm robbery, you can't deny me

My garage, a mirage, a of chrome
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 the number, won't answer my phone
every area code, still stay in my zone
I don't play no fuckin' games now, bitch, I'm
Now I crack your fuckin' to the shit I'm on, yeah

Six-four, out, ragtop rollin'
Get weight up 'cause 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, my bang through the streets
We hang like orangutans, mangle the
Niggaz hatin', gravitatin' to the lies that they
My reality takin' over where fiction fail

What the hell, might as well 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 expose brains
Then I pray, Our Father who art in
Got people out the buildin' like 9/11

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

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

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 to roll, so I'm rollin'

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

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

Strip down my frame, repave my
Insane with my ink pen, Citizen
complain when the chamber slide back and bang
Make it taste like shit you sayin' my name

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

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

Six-four, chromed out, rollin'
Get your up 'cause X can't stop rollin'
thought 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 niggaz in the Range,
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 never catch me slippin', me and my piece
You must be smokin' if you I'ma call the police