Luyện nghe bài hát Who Ya Rollin Wit

Uh really good?
Yo, yo, yo

It's the unstoppable, come any obstacle
Y'all know my flavor, pack more punch Tropical
Any mission possible, do what I 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 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 shit up and let's burn
I heard Philly got the best 'scherm, out in Cali, got the best perms
Now that we know, will the rest learn?

Come on, each one, teach one, hear no and I don't speak none
cool until that heat come
Just call my name, and I'll be
kids is slum, like the jewelry 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 bitch, all my niggaz and my chicks
Tell me who ya wit?

Method spits
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The on
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My on
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spits fire
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The on
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My on
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M E T H O D

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

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

The product of a bad package, like Bishop Don Juan it's
How I break 'em like a bad habit, hit tracks like it's target
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 behind the
It's boy, physically fit, mentally sick
Get dirty money, you honey, I'm filthy rich

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

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

spits
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
the crowd, is either singin' 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 Saturday
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 really my wife

When I was young, I was stayin' in school, obeyin'
Play with my food, what you think I'm playin' with 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' Henny we flip, poppin' bottles 'til we sick
All y'all haters eat a
Let's throw a party in this bitch, all my and my chicks
me who ya rollin' wit?

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

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

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

Method spits
(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 this everyday, I'm in the cut
With my main shit stain, Gutter Butt

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