Luyện nghe bài hát Who Ya Rollin Wit

Uh what's good?
Yo, yo, yo

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

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

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

Come on, each one, teach one, hear no and I don't speak none
Everything until that heat come
Just my name, and I'll be there
Y'all kids is slum, like the jewelry in Albi

We drinkin' Henny 'til we flip, poppin' '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'

Method fire
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The on
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My on
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Method fire
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The on
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My on
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M E T H O D

Man, I'm in the house like
Talk sober, some dog gets forced over
New soldiers, be at ease, fall back
ever, I'm the New Era, like ball caps

Kid, whenever, whoever, whatever, y'all 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 Juan it's
How I break 'em a bad habit, hit tracks like it's target practice
Then let these darts take a stab at it, niggaz got it, ain't never had it

I jam like LA traffic, behind the wheel
And the passenger behind the field
It's your boy, physically fit, mentally
Get dirty money, you honey, I'm filthy rich

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
me who ya rollin' wit?

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

spits
The on
My on

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

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

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

When I was young, I was stayin' in school, obeyin'
Play my food, what makes you think I'm playin' with you?
This is it, y'all 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 haters eat a dick
Let's throw a party in this bitch, all my and my chicks
Tell me who ya rollin'

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

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

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

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

Method fire
The on
My on

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

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