Luyện nghe bài hát Who Wanna Roll

[Mr.
HAHA, stop
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 won't it
Bring it on, a rumor going 'round
How I show old dogs new tricks baow down
You ain't seen worse now, I'm the subliminal
Stalker of the night, smoking hazardous
If the critical ain't allowed
There's a bunch of you flees mixed in the crowd
Mr. Run around lutter, snitch
Assault shooter still dodgin' judas
I'm watchin', every you make
I got to prove and somebody's place to take
It's to late the whole game about to get
all want the name but none of them want to pay shit
I stay laughing at you assholes
Don't make turn your whole click in to

[Chorus: 2X]
I make you bounce, rock, stay,
Straight C-A who wanna 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 young fucks, you get exposed
I'm out of control, for you to know
Who really got game in the motherfucking chock hold
loco dipping in your county
I wish you could see how your hoe acts me (SHADOW)
Lousy ass mutts with no nuts, who you
Your ass will get her ass we bashing and moving
Ask any who in running the show
For fools locked up putting they life in hold
From the to the oldest
Hottest to the
I'm the sickest and you this
I'mma blow this out the water
Rookie ass fool your motherfuck dollar
Start up ride and feel what I left you
BOOM YOU SON OF A MEET YOUR MAKER

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

Mr. from San Diego, Killa-fornia
you bounce to this (this)