Luyện nghe bài hát Who Ya Rollin Wit

Uh really good?
Yo, yo, yo

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

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

Y'all done pushed up, past the point of no
It's Meth's turn, so that shit up and let's burn
I heard Philly got the best 'scherm, out in Cali, they got the perms
Now we know, when will the rest learn?

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' Henny 'til we flip, poppin' bottles we sick
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 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 house like
sober, until 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, 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 around cabbage
rabbit, how many kid's done 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
Then let these darts take a at it, niggaz ain't got it, ain't never had it

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

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

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

Method
The on
My on

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

I'm tryin' 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 chick's a man-eater, she be men

Aight, live from New York, it's night
I got pipes that drain 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

I was young, I was stayin' in school, obeyin' rules
Play with my food, what makes you I'm playin' with you?
This is it, y'all better on in, the water's fine
Jump on in, do it to 'em one more 'gain

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
Tell me who ya rollin'

spits fire
(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 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
The on
My on

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

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