Luyện nghe bài hát Who Wanna Roll

[Mr.
HAHA, don't
Hm-mm,
I make you bounce, rock, skate, (roll echoes)
I make you bounce, rock, skate, (roll echoes)
I you bounce, rock, skate, roll (roll echoes)
Yeah, this shit out, check it out
No

1]
Hold up a minute, Shadow back up in it
2K2 all in blue I quit it
Bring it on, there's a going 'round
How I show old new tricks they baow down
You seen worse now, clown I'm the subliminal
Stalker of the night, smoking hazardous
If the pricks ain't allowed
There's a bunch of you flees in with the crowd
Mr. Run around lutter, executor
Assault Rifle shooter still dodgin'
I'm watchin', every move you
I got to prove and somebody's place to take
It's to the whole game about to get rearranged
all want the name but none of them want to pay shit
I patient laughing at you assholes
Don't make turn your whole in to examine

[Chorus: 2X]
I make you bounce, rock, stay,
Straight from C-A who stay who wanna roll
I got control the games on lock
I keep it hot my hood to your block

2]
So you thought I was done, not
You some dumb young fucks, you get
I'm out of control, for you to know
Who really got this game in the motherfucking chock
loco dipping in your county
I wish you could see how hoe acts around me (SHADOW)
ass mutts with no nuts, who you fooling
Your ass will get her ass we bashing and moving
Ask any who in who's the show
For them fools locked up putting they in hold
From the to the oldest
to the coldest
I'm the sickest and you this
blow this bitch out the water
Rookie ass keep your motherfuck dollar
up your ride and feel what I left you
BOOM YOU SON OF A BITCH MEET MAKER

3]
Bitch I don't know what the fuck you sniffin'
Fools like my self ain't where you livin'
Listen to the of the M-R
Coast, Southside, homeboy we stay hard
From the room to the boneyard, it don't
I let my nuts hang, we on the same page
I flip the like only I can
Smash your style an aluminium can
skin, shaved head and a clip full of lead
I'll turn your couch into motherfucking death bed
Not to be pested, young peasents a lesson
In the land of the sick, you can all dick, ha
Tuck your chain, hide rings
When you slip on these streets, your leaving
Get bang on, whatever corner that you hang on
Or be a gonner wannabe, you won't last

Mr. Shadow from San Diego,
you bounce to this (this)