Luyện nghe bài hát Who Wanna Roll

[Mr.
HAHA, stop
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 this out, check it out
No

1]
Hold up wait a minute, Shadow up in it
2K2 all in blue I won't it
Bring it on, there's a going 'round
How I show old dogs new tricks they down
You ain't worse now, clown I'm the subliminal
Stalker of the night, smoking hazardous
If the pricks ain't allowed
There's a bunch of you flees mixed in with the
Mr. Run lutter, snitch executor
Assault Rifle shooter 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 but none of them want to pay shit
I patient laughing at you assholes
Don't make turn your whole in to examine

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I make you bounce, rock, stay,
Straight from C-A who wanna stay who roll
I got control the whole 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, time for you to
Who really got this game in the chock hold
Shadow dipping in your county
I you could see how your 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 who's the show
For them locked 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 your ride and what I left you
BOOM YOU SON OF A BITCH YOUR MAKER

3]
Bitch I know what the fuck you been sniffin'
like my self ain't around where you livin'
Listen to the of the M-R
West Coast, Southside, we stay hard
From the room to the boneyard, it change
I let my hang, we ain't on the same page
I flip the script like I can
Smash your like an aluminium can
Brown skin, shaved head and a full of lead
I'll turn couch 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 your chain, hide rings
When you slip on streets, your leaving everything
Get your bang on, whatever corner you hang on
Or be a gonner wannabe, you last long

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