Luyện nghe bài hát Who Ya Rollin Wit

Uh really good?
Yo, yo, yo

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

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

done pushed up, past the point of no return
It's turn, so roll that 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 rest

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

We drinkin' Henny 'til we flip, 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 rollin'

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

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

M E T H O D

Man, I'm in the like foreclosures
Talk sober, 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, y'all 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 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 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, Jellyroll behind the
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 we flip, poppin' bottles 'til we sick
All haters eat a dick
Let's throw a in this bitch, all my niggaz and my chicks
Tell me who ya wit?

Method fire
(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
the crowd, is either singin' to or fightin' along, fightin' along

I'm tryin' tell you drugs is not your
And girlfriend, try and front like you got your 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 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 really my wife

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

We drinkin' Henny 'til we flip, poppin' 'til we sick
All haters eat a dick
Let's throw a 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
(Fire)
The on
(Fire)
My on
(Fire)

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

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

Method spits
The on
My on

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

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