Luyện nghe bài hát Who Ya Rollin Wit

Uh what's really
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 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 was good luck?
I got the hood stuck, now 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 rest

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

We Henny 'til we flip, poppin' bottles 'til we sick
All y'all eat a dick
Let's a party 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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spits fire
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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, want it
can have it, the problem and answer, I'm all that
While we at it, let's tighten up our around that cabbage
rabbit, how many kid's done tricked you on your carrots

The product of a bad package, like Bishop Don Juan it's
How I break 'em like a bad habit, hit tracks like target practice
Then let these darts 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 behind the field
It's your boy, physically fit, sick
Get money, told you honey, I'm filthy rich

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

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

Method
The on
My on

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

I'm tryin' you drugs 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, live from New York, Saturday night
I got that 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 ain't really my

When I was young, I was stayin' in school, obeyin'
Play with my food, what makes you I'm playin' with you?
This is it, better 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' bottles 'til we
All haters eat a dick
Let's throw a party in bitch, all my niggaz and my chicks
Tell me who ya rollin'

Method spits
(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 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)

Method fire
The on
My on

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

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