Luyện nghe bài hát Who Ya Rollin Wit

Uh what's good?
Yo, yo, yo

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

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

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

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

We drinkin' Henny we flip, poppin' bottles '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'

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M E T H O D

Man, I'm in the house like
Talk sober, some dog gets forced over
New soldiers, be at ease, fall 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 around 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 like it's target
Then let these darts take a at it, niggaz ain't got it, ain't never had it

I jam like LA traffic, behind the wheel
And the passenger seat behind the
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
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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
the crowd, is either singin' to or fightin' along, fightin' along

I'm tryin' you drugs is not your friends
And girlfriend, don't try and front like you got your
I'm at the hotel, motel, Inn
And my a man-eater, she be swallowin' men

Aight, from New York, it's Saturday night
I got pipes that drain confidence, and battery light
Aight, mami tight, but she ain't really my
If y'all don't see me treat her right, then she really my wife

I was young, I was stayin' in school, obeyin' rules
Play my food, what makes 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' bottles 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)

We drinkin' Henny 'til we flip, 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
(Fire)

Method fire
The on
My on

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

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