Luyện nghe bài hát Who Wanna Roll

[Mr.
HAHA, don't
Hm-mm,
I you bounce, rock, skate, roll (roll echoes)
I you bounce, rock, skate, roll (roll echoes)
I you bounce, rock, skate, roll (roll echoes)
Yeah, check 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 ain't seen worse now, clown I'm the
Stalker of the night, hazardous chemicals
If the pricks ain't allowed
a bunch of you flees mixed in with the crowd
Mr. Run lutter, snitch executor
Assault Rifle shooter dodgin' judas
I'm watchin', every you make
I got something to prove and somebody's place to
It's to late the game about to get rearranged
They all want the name but of them want to pay shit
I patient laughing at you assholes
Don't make turn whole click in to examine

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I you bounce, rock, stay, roll
from C-A who wanna stay who wanna roll
I got control the games on lock
I keep it hot from my hood to block

2]
So you I was done, not close
You some dumb fucks, you get exposed
I'm out of control, time for you to
Who got this game in the motherfucking chock hold
Shadow loco dipping in county
I wish you could see how your hoe around me (SHADOW)
Lousy ass with no nuts, who you fooling
Your ass get her ass we stay bashing and moving
Ask any who in running the show
For them fools locked up putting they in hold
From the to the oldest
Hottest to the
I'm the and you know this
I'mma this bitch out the water
ass fool keep your motherfuck dollar
Start up ride and feel what I left you
YOU SON OF A BITCH MEET YOUR MAKER

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

Mr. Shadow San Diego, Killa-fornia
Making you to this (this)