Luyện nghe bài hát Rolly Up

Yeah, that boy
Got my nigga in this bitch
East finest
E.C.T South!

Gucci Mane]
Early in the morning Imma be up
be up, Imma be up;
Call Block or Mane when it's time to re-up
It's time to re-up time to re-up;
7: 30 in the morning, we gon' be up
We gon' be up, we be up;
Block or Gucci Mane when it's time to re-up
It's time to re-up, time 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 on the Digiscale ow!
.45 Mac
Rubber stacks
Spent a? a mill wit Papi watch how I get it back
The boys love me
how to cook
You whip it real hard, water, let it drop
The man bitch!
Sold bricks, rocks
100 thousand dollars, fell like I a cop
The man bitch!
Sold grams, white
Cook the 10 minutes
Fiends gave me 5
New nigga's love how I work that turn pipe
Got Micheal yay
10, but it cook white
I don't get when I ride them highways
man bitch!
is my birthday!

[Verse 2: Mane]
I got the on lock!
Have you ever seen a? million dollars in a shoe box?
I can you how to trap!
100 worth of cap
And I that 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 cain and its jumping out the pot!
I'm in the game so I 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 skittle Drop Jag and a 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
these nigga's know bout Gucci Mane?
Notta thang!
I'm icy, like a polar bear
When your give me brain better hold her hair
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 stand behind the burglar
Say best smoke ya gars;
I'm the of the century
When you of money mention me
I said my get it to the key
From Arkansas to
Every Brick, Pill. And "P"
how it doesn't come from me
I'm on T.V interviewed
Still got thangs in the intertubes
8 for the good purp
A t-shirt, under my
Aye lock it up, a bad word
You had to whip it your wrist hurt
You shoulda holler'd at Gucci or
Got'chu a dime to a? a
I'm knocked and I never stop
Disturbing cocaine; cops