Luyện nghe bài hát Roving Gangster (rollin')

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

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

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

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

Raw, raw, rip, rude
Sample I like an' never get sued
At 18 I had a hardcore
I turned 19, I was tourin' with Ice Cube

It's true, I'm the old school
Where the rules don't bend an' the don't end
No to be
I let these knuckles know who the fuck I be

I'm still the rockin' three emcee
So clap your hands to what doin'
I'm a razor blade slittin' a wrist of hate
I'm a contradiction, I'm a twist of

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 Peter
I am the Trucker an' my ego's
I'm the K to the I, me sarge

number seven, raise south of Heaven
See my comin' hear them Harleys revvin'
I'm steppin' to your with a glick of hits
Got 3 but I ain't 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 rhythm's
Grab a pole an' you'll be swingin' like a topless

Biltmore Beavers an' a Top Dog
Top car, four on a hundred 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
underneath the sun

You got me
I'm
underneath the sun

on
me

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

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