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 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 I won't quit it
Bring it on, there's a rumor 'round
How I show old dogs new tricks baow down
You ain't seen worse now, I'm the subliminal
Stalker of the night, smoking hazardous
If the critical pricks ain't
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 something to prove and place to take
to late the whole game about to get rearranged
They all want the name but none of want to pay shit
I stay patient 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 wanna
I got control the whole games on
I keep it hot from my hood to your

2]
So you thought I was done, not
You some young fucks, you get exposed
I'm out of control, for you to know
Who really got this game in the motherfucking chock
Shadow loco in your county
I wish you could see how your hoe 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 the show
For them fools locked up putting 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 fool your motherfuck dollar
Start up your ride and feel I left you
YOU SON OF A BITCH MEET YOUR MAKER

3]
Bitch I don't know what the you been sniffin'
Fools like my ain't 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 same
I flip the like only I can
Smash your 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, peasents learn a lesson
In the land of the sick, you can all dick, ha
Tuck chain, hide your rings
When you slip on these streets, your leaving
Get your on, whatever corner that you hang on
Or be a gonner wannabe, you won't long

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