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, pack more punch Tropical
Any possible, do what I gots to do
Labels butterfingers, and next they droppin' you

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

Y'all done pushed up, 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 learn?

Come on, each one, one, hear no evil and I don't speak none
cool until that heat come
Just my name, and I'll be there
Y'all kids is slum, the jewelry in Albi Square

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
me who ya rollin' wit?

Method fire
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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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M E T H O D

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

Kid, whenever, whoever, whatever, want it
Y'all can have it, the and answer, I'm all that
we at it, let's tighten up our grips 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 it's target practice
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 behind the field
It's your boy, physically fit, mentally
Get money, told you honey, I'm filthy rich

We Henny 'til we flip, poppin' bottles 'til we sick
All y'all 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)

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

I'm tryin' tell you is not your friends
And girlfriend, try and front like you got your 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 pipes that drain your confidence, and light
Aight, mami tight, but she really my type
If y'all don't see me her right, then she ain't really my wife

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

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

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

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

We drinkin' Henny 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)

spits fire
The on
My on

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

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