Luyện nghe bài hát Who Ya Rollin Wit

Uh what's good?
Yo, yo, yo

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

You think you know, but you no idea
The Diary of a Meth Man, what's this I
Somebody told y'all, steppin' in shit was good
I got the hood stuck, now give the up

done pushed 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, when will the learn?

Come on, each one, teach one, hear no evil and I speak none
Everything cool until that heat
call my name, and I'll be there
Y'all kids is slum, like the in Albi Square

We drinkin' Henny 'til we flip, bottles 'til we sick
All y'all haters eat a
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 fire
(Fire)
The on
(Fire)
My on
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M E T H O D

Man, I'm in the house like
sober, until some 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 grips that cabbage
Silly rabbit, how many kid's tricked you on your carrots

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

I jam like LA traffic, Jellyroll the wheel
And the passenger seat the field
It's your boy, physically fit, mentally
Get dirty money, you honey, I'm filthy rich

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

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, writin' the songs
That the crowd, is either singin' to or fightin' along, fightin'

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 chick's a man-eater, she be men

Aight, live from New York, it's Saturday
I got pipes drain your confidence, and battery 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 stayin' in school, rules
Play with my food, what makes you 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 haters eat a dick
Let's throw a party in bitch, all my niggaz and my chicks
Tell me who ya rollin'

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

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

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

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

spits fire
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 shit stain, Ray-Ray Gutter

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