Luyện nghe bài hát Rolly Up

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

[Chorus: Mane]
Early in the morning Nigga be up
Imma be up, be up;
Call or Gucci Mane when it's time 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 Gucci Mane when it's time to
It's time to re-up, it's to re-up;

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

[Verse 2: Gucci
I got the on lock!
Have you ever seen a? dollars in a Nike shoe box?
I can you how to trap!
100 worth of cap
And I pray that my ain't tapped!
buy for the smell of it
Bought a top 6 and I sat it on spree's for the hell of it
7 on the dot!
Got cain and its jumping out the pot!
I'm in the so I give it all I got
To a million dollar
I got a Range same color 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, bubble kush you smell
Every flip I cop whip
Every trap I cop another
Every I cop another tool
What nigga's know bout Gucci Mane?
damn thang!
I'm icy, something a polar bear
When your girl give me brain better hold her
100 Grand in the bag to make you stare
wit the man
Gucci Mane

[Verse 3: Mane]
Go our rental cars
Used to serve hard to Park;
Now I behind the burglar bars
Say Lil'Breeze best ya gars;
I'm the of the century
When you of money mention me
I said my get it to the key
Arkansas to Tennessee
Every Brick, Pill. And "P"
Some how it come from me
I'm on T.V gettin
Still got them in the intertubes
8 for the good purp
A t-shirt, under my
Aye lock it up, that's a bad
You had to whip it till your wrist
You holler'd at Gucci or Block
Got'chu a dime to a? a
I'm knocked and I never stop
Disturbing cocaine; cops