Luyện nghe bài hát Rolly Up

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

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

1: Yatta Mann]
Boys it do?
Nigga 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
Rubber band
a? a mill wit Papi watch how fast I get it back
The dope boys me
Taught'em how to
You whip it real hard, water, let it drop
The man bitch!
bricks, sold rocks
100 thousand dollars, fell I shot a cop
The man bitch!
Sold grams, sold
the work 10 minutes
Fiends me 5 pipes
New York nigga's love how I work that turn
Got Jackson yay
Powder 10, but it cook
I get nervous 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 Nike shoe
I can you how to trap!
100 worth of cap
And I pray that my 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 some and its jumping out the pot!
I'm in the game so I it all I got
To a dollar spot
I got a Range same color as lean
Wit the matching rims on it, man that bitch so
Gotta skittle Jag and a fruity Chevelle
If I drop the top back, bubble kush you gon'
Every flip I cop whip
Every I cop another chain
Every play I cop tool
What these nigga's know bout Mane?
Notta thang!
I'm icy, something like a polar
When girl 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 with our cars
Used to serve hard to Park;
Now I behind the burglar 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 to Tennessee
Every Brick, Pill. And "P"
how it doesn't come from me
I'm on T.V gettin
Still got them thangs in the
8 grand for the purp
A t-shirt, my t-shirt
Aye lock it up, that's a bad
You had to it till your wrist hurt
You holler'd at Gucci or Block
Got'chu a to a? a block
I'm diamonds and I never stop
cocaine; duckin cops