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 make you bounce, rock, skate, (roll echoes)
Yeah, check this 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, there's a rumor 'round
How I show old dogs new tricks baow down
You ain't seen now, clown I'm the subliminal
Stalker of the night, hazardous chemicals
If the critical ain't allowed
There's a bunch of you flees mixed in with the
Mr. Run around lutter, snitch
Assault Rifle shooter still dodgin'
I'm watchin', move you make
I got something to prove and place to take
It's to late the whole about to get rearranged
They all want the name but of them want to pay shit
I stay patient laughing at you
Don't turn your whole click in to examine

repeat 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 to your 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 in the motherfucking chock hold
Shadow loco dipping in your
I you could see how your hoe acts around me (SHADOW)
Lousy ass mutts with no nuts, who you
Your ass will get her ass we bashing and moving
Ask any who in who's running the
For them fools 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 bitch out the
Rookie ass fool keep your dollar
Start up ride and feel what I left you
BOOM YOU SON OF A BITCH YOUR MAKER

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

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