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 wait a minute, back up in it
2K2 all in blue I quit it
it on, there's a rumor going 'round
How I show old dogs new tricks they down
You ain't seen now, clown I'm the subliminal
Stalker of the night, hazardous chemicals
If the critical pricks allowed
There's a bunch of you flees mixed in with the
Mr. Run around lutter, snitch
Assault Rifle 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 to get rearranged
They all the name but none of them want to pay shit
I stay laughing at you assholes
Don't turn your whole click in to examine

[Chorus: 2X]
I you bounce, rock, stay, roll
Straight from C-A who wanna stay who 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 young fucks, you get
I'm out of control, for you to know
Who really got this game in the motherfucking chock
Shadow loco dipping in county
I you could see how your hoe acts around me (SHADOW)
ass mutts with no nuts, who you fooling
Your ass get her ass we stay bashing and moving
Ask any who in who's running the
For them fools up putting they life in hold
From the youngest to the
to the coldest
I'm the sickest and you this
I'mma blow bitch out the water
Rookie ass fool keep your motherfuck
Start up your ride and feel what I you
YOU SON OF A BITCH MEET YOUR MAKER

3]
Bitch I don't what the fuck you been sniffin'
Fools like my self ain't around where you
Listen to the of the M-R
West Coast, Southside, we stay hard
From the to the boneyard, it don't change
I let my nuts hang, we on the same page
I flip the like only I can
your style like an aluminium can
Brown skin, shaved head and a full of lead
I'll turn your couch into your motherfucking 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 everything
Get your bang on, corner that you hang on
Or be a gonner wannabe, you won't last

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