Luyện nghe bài hát Rolly Up

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

[Chorus: Mane]
Early in the morning Nigga be up
Imma be up, be up;
Call Block or Gucci when it's time to re-up
It's time to re-up It's to re-up;
7: 30 in the morning, we gon' be up
We be up, we gon' be up;
Call Block or Gucci Mane when it's to re-up
It's 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 kitchen like fish, the fish scale dog
1000 Grams at a time on the ow!
.45 Mac
band stacks
Spent a? a mill wit Papi watch how I get it back
The dope love me
how to cook
You whip it hard, cold water, let it drop
The man bitch!
Sold bricks, sold
100 dollars, fell like I shot a cop
The man bitch!
Sold grams, white
Cook the 10 minutes
Fiends me 5 pipes
New York nigga's love how I work that pipe
Got Jackson yay
10, but it cook white
I don't get nervous when I them highways
man bitch!
is my birthday!

[Verse 2: Gucci
I got the on lock!
Have you ever seen a? million dollars in a Nike box?
I can you how to trap!
100 grand of cap
And I pray that my phone tapped!
Nigga buy for the of it
a hard top 6 and I sat it on spree's for the hell of it
7 on the dot!
Got some cain and its out the pot!
I'm in the game so I it all I got
To a dollar spot
I got a rainbow Range same as lean
Wit the matching rims on it, man that bitch so
Gotta skittle Drop Jag and a Chevelle
If I drop the top back, bubble you gon' smell
Every flip I cop another
trap I cop another chain
Every play I cop tool
What these nigga's bout Gucci Mane?
Notta thang!
I'm icy, like a polar bear
When your girl give me brain hold her hair
100 in the bag just to make you stare
wit the man
Gucci Mane

[Verse 3: Gucci
Go with our cars
Used to hard to Mountain Park;
Now I stand behind the bars
Say Lil'Breeze smoke ya gars;
I'm the hustler of the
When you think of mention me
I my buddy get it to the key
From Arkansas to
Brick, Pill. And every "P"
Some how it doesn't from me
I'm on T.V gettin
Still got them in the intertubes
8 grand for the purp
A t-shirt, my t-shirt
Aye lock it up, that's a bad
You had to whip it till wrist hurt
You shoulda holler'd at or Block
a dime to a? a block
I'm diamonds and I never stop
Disturbing cocaine; cops