Luyện nghe bài hát Who Ya Rollin Wit

Uh what's good?
Yo, yo, yo

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

You you know, but you have no idea
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, past the point of no
It's Meth's turn, so that 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 the rest learn?

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

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

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M E T H O D

Man, I'm in the like foreclosures
sober, until some 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 grips around cabbage
Silly rabbit, how many kid's done you on your carrots

The product of a bad package, like Bishop Don Juan it's
How I break 'em a bad habit, hit tracks like it's 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 the wheel
And the passenger seat behind the
It's your boy, physically fit, sick
Get dirty money, you honey, I'm filthy rich

We drinkin' Henny 'til we flip, poppin' bottles 'til we
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 spits
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The on
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My on
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Method
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 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 your confidence, and battery light
Aight, tight, but she ain't really my type
If y'all don't see me treat her right, then she ain't 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
Jump on in, let's do it to 'em one 'gain

We Henny 'til we flip, poppin' bottles 'til we sick
All y'all haters eat a
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)

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

We drinkin' 'til we flip, poppin' bottles 'til we sick
All y'all haters eat a
Let's throw a party in this bitch, all my niggaz and my
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 this 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
Richmond, Now Born, Jungle Nilz, hah Peace