Luyện nghe bài hát Who Ya Rollin Wit

Uh what's really
Yo, yo, yo

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

You think you know, but you no idea
The Diary of a Meth Man, what's I hear?
Somebody told y'all, steppin' in was good 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 up and let's burn
I Philly got the best 'scherm, out in Cali, they got the best perms
Now that we know, when will the learn?

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

We drinkin' 'til we flip, poppin' bottles 'til we sick
All y'all eat a dick
Let's throw a in this 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)

M E T H O D

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

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

The product of a bad package, like Don Juan it's Magic
How I break 'em like a bad habit, hit tracks like it's target
Then let these darts take a stab at it, niggaz ain't got it, ain't had it

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

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

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

spits
The on
My on

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

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

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

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

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

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

Method spits
(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 and my chicks
me who ya rollin' wit?

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

spits fire
The on
My on

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

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