Luyện nghe bài hát Who Ya Rollin Wit

Uh really good?
Yo, yo, yo

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

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

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

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

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
me who ya rollin' wit?

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

Man, I'm in the house foreclosures
sober, until some dog gets forced over
New York soldiers, be at ease, back
Never ever, I'm the New Era, like caps

Kid, whenever, whoever, whatever, want it
Y'all can it, the problem and answer, I'm all that
While we at it, let's tighten up our grips around that
Silly rabbit, how many kid's done 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 like it's practice
Then let darts 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 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 y'all eat a dick
Let's a party in this bitch, all my niggaz and my chicks
Tell me who ya rollin'

spits fire
(Fire)
The on
(Fire)
My on
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spits
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' you drugs 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 New York, it's Saturday night
I got pipes that drain your confidence, and battery
Aight, tight, but she ain't really my type
If y'all don't see me treat her right, she ain't really my wife

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

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

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

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

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 niggaz and my
Tell me who ya wit?

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

Method spits
The on
My on

Yeah, Ladies Love Big John
No doubt, up in your mouth
We do shit everyday, I'm in the cut
With my main shit stain, 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, Nilz, hah Peace