Luyện nghe bài hát Who Ya Rollin Wit

Uh what's good?
Yo, yo, yo

the unstoppable, over come any obstacle
Y'all know my flavor, more punch 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 Meth Man, what's this I
told y'all, steppin' in shit was good luck?
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 that shit up and let's
I heard got the best 'scherm, out in Cali, they got the best 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 until heat 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 party in this bitch, all my and my chicks
Tell me who ya wit?

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

M E T H O D

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

Kid, whenever, whoever, whatever, want it
Y'all can have it, the and answer, I'm all that
While we at it, let's tighten up our grips around that
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
let these 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 seat behind the field
It's boy, physically fit, mentally sick
Get dirty money, told you honey, I'm rich

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

spits fire
(Fire)
The on
(Fire)
My on
(Fire)

Method
The on
My on

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

I'm tell you drugs is not your friends
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, from New York, it's Saturday night
I got that drain your confidence, and battery light
Aight, tight, but she ain't 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 stayin' in school, obeyin'
Play with my food, makes you think I'm playin' with you?
This is it, y'all come on in, the water's fine
Jump on in, let's do it to 'em one more

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 niggaz and my
me who ya rollin' wit?

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

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

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

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

Method 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, Ray-Ray Gutter

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
Richmond, Now Born, Jungle Nilz, hah Peace