Luyện nghe bài hát Who Ya Rollin Wit

Uh really good?
Yo, yo, yo

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

You you know, but you have no idea
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

done pushed up, past the point of no return
It'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, one, hear no evil and I don't speak none
Everything cool that heat come
Just my name, and I'll 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 throw a party in 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 house foreclosures
Talk sober, until some dog forced over
New soldiers, be at ease, fall back
ever, I'm the New Era, like ball caps

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

The of a bad package, like Bishop Don Juan it's Magic
How I break 'em like a bad habit, hit tracks like it's 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
your boy, physically fit, mentally sick
Get money, told you honey, I'm filthy rich

We Henny '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?

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

I'm tryin' you drugs is not your 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, live from New York, it's night
I got pipes that drain your confidence, and 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

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

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

Method fire
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The on
(Fire)
My on
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Method fire
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The on
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My on
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We Henny 'til we flip, poppin' bottles '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 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 whole Island, man
else but Staten Island, man
Y'all stand up, man, Stapleton, the Wild West, Park
Richmond, Now Born, Jungle Nilz, hah Peace