Luyện nghe bài hát Who Ya Rollin Wit

Uh what's really
Yo, yo, yo

It's the unstoppable, over come any
Y'all know my flavor, pack more than Tropical
Any mission possible, do I gots to do
Labels gettin' butterfingers, and next droppin' you

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

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

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

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

Method spits
(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, until some dog gets forced
New soldiers, be at ease, fall 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
While we at it, let's tighten up our grips around that
Silly rabbit, how kid's done tricked you on your carrots

The product of a bad package, like Bishop Don it's Magic
How I break 'em a bad habit, hit tracks like it's target practice
Then let these darts take a stab at it, niggaz ain't got it, ain't had it

I jam like LA traffic, Jellyroll behind the
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 'til we flip, poppin' 'til 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'

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

Method
The on
My on

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

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

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

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

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

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

We drinkin' Henny 'til we flip, 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 fire
(Fire)
The on
(Fire)
My on
(Fire)

Method spits
The on
My on

Yeah, Ladies 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 down for the Staten Island, man
else but Staten Island, man
Y'all stand up, man, Stapleton, the Wild West, Hill
Port Richmond, Now Born, Jungle Nilz, hah