Luyện nghe bài hát Rolly Up

Yeah, that boy
Got my nigga block in bitch
East Atlanta's
E.C.T South!

[Chorus: Gucci
in the morning Nigga Imma be up
Imma be up, be up;
Call Block or Gucci Mane when it's to re-up
time to re-up It's time to re-up;
7: 30 in the morning, Nigga we be up
We be up, we gon' be up;
Call Block or Mane when it's time to re-up
time to re-up, it's time to re-up;

[Verse 1: Mann]
what it do?
Nigga g's up
man bitch!
me Mr.Re-Up
The smells like fish, the fish scale dog
1000 at a time on the Digiscale ow!
.45 Mac
Rubber band
Spent a? a mill wit Papi how fast I get it back
The dope love me
how to cook
You whip it real hard, cold water, let it
The man bitch!
Sold bricks, sold
100 thousand dollars, fell I shot a cop
The man bitch!
Sold grams, sold
the work 10 minutes
Fiends me 5 pipes
New York nigga's love how I that turn pipe
Got Jackson yay
10, but it cook white
I don't get nervous when I ride highways
man bitch!
is my birthday!

[Verse 2: Gucci
I got the on lock!
Have you ever seen a? million dollars in a shoe box?
I can you how to trap!
100 grand of cap
And I pray my phone ain't tapped!
Nigga buy for the of it
Bought a hard top 6 and I sat it on for the hell of it
7 on the dot!
Got some cain and its out the pot!
I'm in the so I give it all I got
To a dollar spot
I got a rainbow Range same as lean
Wit the matching rims on it, man bitch so clean
Gotta Drop Jag and a fruity Chevelle
If I drop the top back, kush you gon' smell
Every flip I cop another
Every trap I cop another
Every I cop another tool
What these know bout Gucci Mane?
Notta thang!
I'm icy, something like a bear
When your girl give me better hold her hair
100 Grand in the bag to make you stare
wit the man
Gucci Lil'Flap

[Verse 3: Mane]
Go with our cars
Used to hard to Mountain Park;
Now I stand behind the bars
Say Lil'Breeze best smoke ya
I'm the hustler of the
you think of money mention me
I said my get it to the key
Arkansas to Tennessee
Every Brick, Pill. And "P"
how it doesn't come from me
I'm on T.V interviewed
Still got them thangs in the
8 for the good purp
A t-shirt, my t-shirt
Aye it up, that's a bad word
You had to whip it till your wrist
You shoulda holler'd at Gucci or
a dime to a? a block
I'm diamonds and I never stop
Disturbing cocaine; cops