Luyện nghe bài hát Who Ya Rollin Wit

Uh what's really
Yo, yo, yo

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

You think you know, but you have no
The Diary of a Meth Man, 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, the point of no return
It's Meth's turn, so roll that shit up and let's
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 that heat come
Just my name, and I'll be there
Y'all kids is slum, the jewelry in Albi Square

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

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The on
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M E T H O D

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

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

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

I jam LA traffic, Jellyroll behind the wheel
And the passenger seat the field
It's boy, physically fit, mentally sick
Get money, told you honey, I'm filthy rich

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

Method fire
(Fire)
The on
(Fire)
My on
(Fire)

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

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

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

Method fire
The on
My on

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

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