Luyện nghe bài hát Who Ya Rollin Wit

Uh really good?
Yo, yo, yo

It's the unstoppable, over come any
Y'all know my flavor, pack more than Tropical
Any possible, do what I gots to do
Labels gettin' butterfingers, and 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 good
I got the stuck, now give the goods up

Y'all done pushed up, past the point of no
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 best
Now we know, when will the rest learn?

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 is slum, like the jewelry in Albi Square

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
me who ya rollin' wit?

Method fire
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The on
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My on
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Method fire
(Fire)
The on
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My on
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M E T H O D

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

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

The product of a bad package, like Don Juan it's Magic
How I break 'em like a bad habit, hit tracks it's target practice
Then let darts take 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 behind the
your boy, physically fit, mentally sick
Get dirty money, told you honey, I'm rich

We drinkin' Henny we flip, poppin' bottles 'til we sick
All haters 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)

spits
The on
My on

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

I'm tryin' tell you drugs is not your
And girlfriend, don't try and front like you got friend
I'm at the hotel, motel, Inn
And my a man-eater, she be swallowin' 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 treat her right, then she ain't really my

When I was young, I was in school, obeyin' rules
Play with my food, 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 'gain

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

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 haters eat a dick
Let's throw a party in bitch, all my niggaz and my chicks
Tell me who ya wit?

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

Method fire
The on
My on

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

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