Luyện nghe bài hát Who Wanna Roll

[Mr.
HAHA, stop
Hm-mm,
I make you bounce, rock, skate, (roll echoes)
I you bounce, rock, skate, roll (roll echoes)
I you bounce, rock, skate, roll (roll echoes)
Yeah, this shit out, check it out
No

1]
Hold up wait a minute, back up in it
2K2 all in blue I quit it
Bring it on, there's a rumor 'round
How I show old dogs new 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 mixed in with the
Mr. Run lutter, snitch executor
Assault Rifle shooter still dodgin'
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
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

repeat 2X]
I you bounce, rock, stay, roll
from C-A who wanna stay who wanna roll
I got control the whole games on
I keep it hot my hood to your block

2]
So you I was done, not close
You some young fucks, you get exposed
I'm out of control, time for you to
Who really got this game in the chock hold
Shadow dipping in your county
I you could see how your hoe acts around me (SHADOW)
Lousy ass mutts no nuts, who you fooling
Your ass will get her ass we bashing and moving
Ask any who in running the show
For them locked up putting they life in hold
From the youngest to the
Hottest to the
I'm the and you know this
I'mma blow this bitch out the
Rookie ass keep your motherfuck dollar
Start up your ride and what I left you
BOOM YOU SON OF A BITCH MEET YOUR

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

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