Luyện nghe bài hát Rolly Up

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

[Chorus: Gucci
Early in the Nigga 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 It's 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 time to re-up
It's time to re-up, it's time to

[Verse 1: Mann]
Boys it do?
getcha g's up
man bitch!
me Mr.Re-Up
The smells like fish, the fish scale dog
1000 Grams at a on the Digiscale ow!
.45 Mac
band stacks
Spent a? a mill wit Papi how fast 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, sold
100 thousand dollars, like I shot a cop
The man bitch!
grams, sold white
Cook the work 10
gave me 5 pipes
New York nigga's love how I work that turn
Got Micheal yay
10, but it cook white
I don't get nervous when I ride them
man bitch!
is my birthday!

[Verse 2: Mane]
I got the on lock!
Have you ever a? million dollars in a Nike shoe box?
I can you how to trap!
100 worth of cap
And I pray that my ain't 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 cain and its jumping 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 the top back, bubble kush you gon' smell
Every flip I cop another
Every I cop another chain
play I cop another tool
What nigga's know bout Gucci Mane?
Notta thang!
I'm icy, like a polar bear
When your girl give me brain hold her hair
100 Grand in the bag to make you stare
wit the man
Gucci Mane

[Verse 3: Mane]
Go with our rental
to serve hard to Mountain Park;
Now I stand behind the bars
Say Lil'Breeze best ya gars;
I'm the hustler of the
When you think of mention me
I said my get it to the key
From Arkansas to
Every Brick, Pill. And "P"
Some how it doesn't come me
I'm on T.V gettin
got them thangs in the intertubes
8 grand for the good
A t-shirt, under my
Aye it up, that's a bad word
You had to whip it till your wrist
You holler'd at Gucci or Block
Got'chu a to a? a block
I'm knocked and I never stop
cocaine; duckin cops