Luyện nghe bài hát Who Ya Rollin Wit

Uh what's good?
Yo, yo, yo

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

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

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

Come on, each one, teach one, hear no evil and I don't speak
cool until that heat come
Just call my name, and be there
kids is slum, like the jewelry in Albi Square

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

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M E T H O D

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

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

The product of a bad package, like Bishop Don it's Magic
How I break 'em a bad habit, hit tracks 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 like LA traffic, Jellyroll behind the
And the passenger seat the field
It's your boy, fit, mentally sick
Get dirty money, you honey, I'm filthy rich

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

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

I'm tryin' you drugs is not your friends
And girlfriend, don't try and front like you got your
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 pipes that drain your confidence, and battery
Aight, mami tight, but she ain't really my
If y'all don't see me her right, then she ain't really my wife

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

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

Method fire
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The on
(Fire)
My on
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Method spits
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The on
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My on
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We drinkin' '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 rollin'

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

Method fire
The on
My on

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

And we holdin' it for the whole Staten Island, man
Nothin' but Staten Island, man
Y'all up, man, Stapleton, the Wild West, Park Hill
Richmond, Now Born, Jungle Nilz, hah Peace