Luyện nghe bài hát Rolly Up

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

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

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

[Verse 2: Mane]
I got the on lock!
Have you ever seen a? million 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 hard top 6 and I sat it on spree's for the 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 spot
I got a Range same color as lean
Wit the matching rims on it, man bitch so clean
skittle Drop Jag and a fruity Chevelle
If I drop the top back, kush you gon' smell
Every flip I cop whip
Every I cop another chain
Every play I cop tool
these nigga's know bout Gucci Mane?
Notta thang!
I'm icy, like a polar 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: Gucci
Go our rental cars
Used to serve hard to Park;
Now I behind the burglar bars
Say best smoke ya gars;
I'm the of the century
When you of money 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
got them thangs in the intertubes
8 for the good purp
A t-shirt, under my
Aye it up, that's a bad word
You had to whip it till wrist hurt
You shoulda holler'd at or Block
Got'chu a to a? a block
I'm knocked diamonds and I stop
Disturbing duckin cops