Luyện nghe bài hát Roving Gangster (rollin')

If every thing's tight, from my loot to my
I got time to tighten up loose ends
I've been that too many times
If I stabbed in the back, I ain't fightin no crime

I wish for that which my holds near
But ain't nobody playin' what I'm tryin' to
I've been sayin' for that the fakes wouldn't last
You jockin' that bullshit, now you look like a ass

Get in your garage of sickness
As I bring a little swing into world of stiffness
'Cause I got plenty of rhymes to
Ain't got nothin' than time to kill

Form like a blister, drink like a
Rip a twister right through a trailer
Park after dark is when you'll see me
My gun's an' the 808's hummin'

Raw, raw, rip, rude
anythin' I like an' never get sued
At 18 I had a attitude
When I 19, I was tourin' with Ice Cube

true, I'm from the old school
Where the rules don't bend an' the beats end
No to be
I gotta let these knuckles who the fuck I be

I'm still the body rockin' emcee
So your hands to what he's doin'
I'm a blade slittin' through a wrist of hate
I'm a contradiction, I'm a twist of

See me
You got me
I'm
underneath the sun

I'm as shit, but I ain't been killed
See I'm a mack, I'm a but I'm Peter built
I am the an' my ego's large
I'm the K to the I, call me

number seven, raise south of Heaven
See my crew comin' them Harleys revvin'
I'm steppin' to your crew a glick of hits
Got 3 LP's but I got no hits

An ungreatful, hateful, son of a G
I'm a deadhead from the D.P.D.
Got soul so plagued with the cancer
Grab a pole an' you'll be swingin' like a dancer

Biltmore Beavers an' a Top Dog
Top car, four Vogues on a spokes
Got a trip ticket to The Promised Land
If it ain't all I'll be back my man

You got me
I'm
Searchin' the sun

You got me
I'm
Searching the sun

on
me

Days roll by, they too fast
I said, days by, I watch them pass
Yeah, you wanna roll with
An' party with crews that don't stop, yeah

You got me
I'm
underneath the sun
Searching the sun
Searching the sun