Luyện nghe bài hát Rolly Up

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

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

1: Yatta Mann]
Boys it do?
getcha g's up
man bitch!
me Mr.Re-Up
The kitchen smells fish, the fish scale dog
1000 at a time on the Digiscale ow!
.45 Mac
Rubber band
Spent a? a mill wit Papi how fast I get it back
The dope boys me
Taught'em how to
You it real hard, cold water, let it drop
The man bitch!
bricks, sold rocks
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 turn
Got Jackson yay
10, but it cook white
I don't get when I ride 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 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 some cain and its out the pot!
I'm in the so I give it all I got
To a million spot
I got a rainbow same color as lean
Wit the matching rims on it, man that so clean
skittle Drop Jag and a fruity Chevelle
If I drop the top back, kush you gon' smell
Every flip I cop another
Every trap I cop another
Every play I cop another
What these nigga's know bout Mane?
Notta thang!
I'm icy, something a polar bear
When your girl me brain better hold her hair
100 Grand in the bag just to you stare
wit the man
Gucci Lil'Flap

[Verse 3: Gucci
Go with our cars
Used to serve to Mountain Park;
Now I stand behind the burglar
Say best smoke ya gars;
I'm the hustler of the
you think of money mention me
I my buddy 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 gettin
Still got them in the intertubes
8 grand for the good
A t-shirt, my t-shirt
Aye lock it up, a bad word
You had to whip it till your wrist
You shoulda holler'd at or Block
a dime to a? a block
I'm diamonds and I never stop
cocaine; duckin cops