Luyện nghe bài hát Who Ya Rollin Wit

Uh what's really
Yo, yo, yo

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

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

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

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

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
me who ya rollin' wit?

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

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

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

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

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

We drinkin' Henny 'til we flip, bottles 'til we sick
All y'all haters eat a
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
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spits
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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, while the songs
That the crowd, is either to or fightin' along, fightin' along

I'm tryin' tell you drugs is not your
And girlfriend, don't try and front like you got your
I'm at the hotel, motel, Inn
And my chick's a man-eater, she be men

Aight, live from New York, Saturday night
I got pipes that 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 really my wife

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

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
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Method spits
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The on
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My on
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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?

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

Method spits
The on
My on

Yeah, Ladies Big John Studd
No doubt, up in your 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' else but Island, man
stand up, man, Stapleton, the Wild West, Park Hill
Port Richmond, Now Born, Jungle Nilz, hah