Luyện nghe bài hát Roving Gangster (rollin')

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

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

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

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

Raw, raw, rip, rude
Sample anythin' I 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 don't bend an' the beats don't end
No to be
I gotta let these knuckles know who the I be

I'm still the body three emcee
So clap your hands to what he's
I'm a razor slittin' through a wrist of hate
I'm a contradiction, I'm a of fate

See me
You got me
I'm
Searchin' the sun

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

Roll number seven, raise south of
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 runnin' from the D.P.D.
Got soul so plagued the rhythm's cancer
Grab a an' you'll be swingin' like a topless dancer

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

You got me
I'm
underneath the sun

You got me
I'm
Searching the sun

on
me

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

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