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

You think you know, but you have no
The of a Meth Man, what's 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 that shit up and let's burn
I Philly got the best 'scherm, out in Cali, they got the best perms
Now that we know, when will the rest

Come on, each one, teach one, hear no evil and I speak none
Everything cool until that heat
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 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 rollin'

Method 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 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 problem and answer, I'm all
While we at it, let's up our grips around that cabbage
Silly rabbit, how many kid's done tricked you on carrots

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

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

We drinkin' Henny 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
Tell me who ya wit?

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

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

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

Aight, live New York, it's Saturday night
I got that drain your confidence, and battery light
Aight, mami tight, but she ain't really my
If y'all see me treat her right, then she ain't really my wife

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

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

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

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

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
Tell me who ya rollin'

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

Method fire
The on
My on

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

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