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 make you bounce, rock, skate, (roll echoes)
Yeah, check this shit out, it out
No

1]
Hold up a minute, Shadow back up in it
2K2 all in I won't quit it
Bring it on, there's a rumor 'round
How I show old dogs new they baow down
You ain't seen worse now, clown I'm the
Stalker of the night, smoking hazardous
If the critical ain't allowed
a bunch of you flees mixed in with the crowd
Mr. Run around lutter, snitch
Assault shooter still dodgin' judas
I'm watchin', every move you
I got something to prove and place to take
It's to late the whole game to get rearranged
They all want the name but of them want to pay shit
I patient laughing at you assholes
Don't turn your 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 from my hood to block

2]
So you thought I was done, not
You some dumb young fucks, you get
I'm out of control, time for you to
Who really got this game in the chock hold
Shadow loco in your county
I wish you see how your hoe acts around me (SHADOW)
Lousy ass mutts no nuts, who you fooling
Your ass get her ass we stay bashing and moving
Ask any who in who's the show
For them locked up putting they life in hold
the youngest to the oldest
Hottest to the
I'm the sickest and you know
I'mma this bitch out the water
Rookie ass fool your motherfuck dollar
Start up your ride and feel what I 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 around you livin'
to the words of the M-R
West Coast, Southside, homeboy we hard
From the room to the boneyard, it don't
I let my hang, we ain't on the same page
I flip the script only I can
Smash style like an aluminium can
Brown skin, head and a clip full of lead
I'll turn your into your motherfucking death bed
Not to be pested, young learn a lesson
In the land of the sick, you can all dick, ha
your chain, hide your rings
When you slip on these streets, leaving everything
Get your bang on, corner that you hang on
Or be a gonner wannabe, you won't last

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