Luyện nghe bài hát Who Wanna Roll

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

1]
Hold up a minute, Shadow back up in it
2K2 all in blue I quit it
Bring it on, there's a going 'round
How I show old dogs new tricks they baow
You seen worse now, clown I'm the subliminal
Stalker of the night, smoking chemicals
If the critical ain't allowed
There's a of you flees mixed in with the crowd
Mr. Run lutter, snitch executor
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 game about to get rearranged
They all want the name but none of want to pay shit
I patient laughing at you assholes
make 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 whole on lock
I keep it hot my hood to your block

2]
So you I was done, not close
You dumb young fucks, you get exposed
I'm out of control, for you to know
Who got this game in the motherfucking chock hold
Shadow loco dipping in your
I wish you could see how hoe acts around me (SHADOW)
Lousy ass with no nuts, who you fooling
ass will get her ass we stay bashing and moving
Ask any who in running the show
For them fools up putting they life in hold
From the to the oldest
Hottest to the
I'm the sickest and you this
blow this bitch out the water
Rookie ass keep your motherfuck dollar
Start up your ride and 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 self ain't around you livin'
Listen to the of the M-R
West Coast, Southside, homeboy we hard
From the to the boneyard, it don't change
I let my nuts hang, we ain't on the page
I flip the script only I can
your style like an aluminium can
Brown skin, shaved and a clip full of lead
I'll turn your couch your motherfucking death bed
Not to be pested, young learn a lesson
In the land of the sick, you can all dick, ha
Tuck your chain, your rings
When you slip on these streets, your everything
Get your bang on, whatever corner that you on
Or be a gonner wannabe, you won't long

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