Luyện nghe bài hát Who Ya Rollin Wit

Uh really good?
Yo, yo, yo

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

You you know, but you have no idea
The of a Meth 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 up, past the point of no return
It's Meth's turn, so roll shit up and let's burn
I heard Philly got the best 'scherm, out in Cali, they got the perms
Now that we know, when will the rest

Come on, each one, one, hear no evil and I don't speak none
Everything cool that heat come
Just call my name, and 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 haters eat a
Let's throw a party in this bitch, all my niggaz and my
Tell me who ya rollin'

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

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

M E T H O D

Man, I'm in the like foreclosures
Talk sober, until dog gets 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 tighten up our around that cabbage
Silly rabbit, how many kid's done tricked you on your

The product of a bad package, like Bishop Don Juan Magic
How I break 'em like a bad habit, hit tracks like it's practice
Then let these darts take a stab at it, ain't got it, ain't never had it

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

We Henny 'til we flip, poppin' 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 wit?

Method fire
(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, while the songs
That the crowd, is either singin' to or fightin' along, along

I'm tryin' you drugs 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, from New York, it's Saturday night
I got that drain your confidence, and battery light
Aight, mami tight, but she really 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 with my food, what makes you think I'm playin' you?
This is it, y'all better come on in, the fine
Jump on in, let's do it to 'em one 'gain

We drinkin' 'til we flip, poppin' bottles 'til we sick
All y'all eat a dick
throw 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 fire
(Fire)
The on
(Fire)
My on
(Fire)

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

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

Method fire
The on
My on

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

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