Luyện nghe bài hát Who Ya Rollin Wit

Uh really good?
Yo, yo, yo

It's the unstoppable, over come any
Y'all know my flavor, pack more punch than
Any mission possible, do what I to do
Labels gettin' butterfingers, and they droppin' you

You think you know, but you have no
The Diary of a Man, what's this I hear?
Somebody told y'all, steppin' in shit was luck?
I got the hood stuck, now give the up

Y'all done pushed up, past the of no return
It's Meth's turn, so roll that up and let's burn
I heard got the best 'scherm, out in Cali, they got the best perms
Now that we know, when will the rest

Come on, each one, teach one, no evil and I don't speak none
Everything cool until heat come
Just call my name, and be there
kids is slum, like the jewelry in Albi Square

We drinkin' Henny we flip, poppin' bottles 'til we sick
All y'all eat a dick
Let's a party in this bitch, all my niggaz and my chicks
Tell me who ya wit?

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M E T H O D

Man, I'm in the like foreclosures
sober, until some dog gets forced over
New soldiers, be at ease, fall back
Never ever, I'm the New Era, ball caps

Kid, whenever, whoever, whatever, want it
Y'all can have it, the problem and answer, I'm all
While we at it, let's up our grips around that cabbage
Silly rabbit, how many kid's done you on your carrots

The product of a bad package, like Bishop Don it's Magic
How I 'em like a bad habit, hit tracks like it's target practice
Then let these darts take a at it, niggaz ain't got it, ain't never had it

I jam like LA traffic, Jellyroll behind the
And the passenger seat behind the
your boy, physically fit, mentally sick
Get dirty money, you honey, I'm filthy rich

We drinkin' Henny 'til we flip, poppin' 'til we sick
All haters eat a dick
Let's throw a party in bitch, all my niggaz and my chicks
Tell me who ya wit?

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Six minutes, Method Man, on
If you thinkin' you gon' slip and be alright, you're
You can see me lightin' the bong, while writin' the
That the crowd, is singin' to or fightin' along, fightin' along

I'm tryin' tell you drugs is not friends
And girlfriend, don't try and front you got your friend
I'm at the hotel, motel, Inn
And my a man-eater, she be swallowin' men

Aight, from New York, it's Saturday night
I got pipes that your confidence, and battery light
Aight, mami tight, but she ain't my type
If y'all don't see me treat her right, then she ain't my wife

I was young, I was stayin' in school, obeyin' rules
Play with my food, what makes you think I'm playin' with
is it, y'all better come on in, the water's fine
Jump on in, do it to 'em one more 'gain

We Henny 'til we flip, poppin' bottles 'til we sick
All y'all haters eat a
Let's throw a party in bitch, all my niggaz and my chicks
Tell me who ya wit?

Method spits
(Fire)
The on
(Fire)
My on
(Fire)

spits fire
(Fire)
The on
(Fire)
My on
(Fire)

We drinkin' Henny 'til we flip, bottles 'til we sick
All haters eat a dick
Let's throw a party in this bitch, all my and my chicks
Tell me who ya wit?

Method spits
(Fire)
The on
(Fire)
My on
(Fire)

Method spits
The on
My on

Yeah, Ladies Big John Studd
No doubt, dick up in your
We do shit everyday, I'm in the cut
With my main stain, Ray-Ray Gutter Butt

And we holdin' it down for the Staten Island, man
else but Staten Island, man
Y'all stand up, man, Stapleton, the West, Park Hill
Port Richmond, Now Born, Jungle Nilz, hah