Luyện nghe bài hát Roll Out

Hey y'all, can y'all do for me?
Can y'all bounce, can y'all bounce,
Hey y'all, can do something for me?
Can y'all bounce, bounce, bounce,

Hey y'all, can do something for me?
Can y'all bounce, can y'all bounce,
Hey y'all, can y'all do for me?
Ficky, ficky, ficky, ficky,

I be creepin' in backyards, in alley ways
My in the 360, I'm in a escalade
We piled ride high, sittin' on low
in the back of us, with his range rov

Bold ladies sittin' in back, one ridin' in the
No smokin' in here, so put out your blunt
This how we gon' do it, so pay to the rules
in sexy gear, draws down and no shoes

That's why we keep it live, 'cuz we keep alive
For alcohol is full of, full of surprise
That's how we're gonna ball, walk before we
This here, this here, is that party

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Get girls
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Get your
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Hit the
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out
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Hit the
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Roughest, toughest, fastest, one of the
asses, tickin' on a Timbaland classic
Layin' in traffic, gears in the automatic
Tryin' to get past this old couple in a

Beepin' my at 'em, flickin' on my hazards
G. callin' me, on his cell laughin'
his chick hang out the sunroof flashin'
I done went in the grass, to kill a rabbit

Swerve back into traffic, blastin'
Slammed on the brakes, ya old
Tim zig-zaggin', hell, he in the
And girls sittin' on the trunk, droppin' glasses

Wind dresses up, showin' off the panties
Polka-dot stripe crammed in they fannies
Whoop, you could be Ms. Barry, as you is
Tim, pull it over, let 'em ride in

out
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Get your
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Get boys
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Hit the
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the noise
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out
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Get
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Get girls
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Get your
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Hit the
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Bring the
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me in a chick and her name is Kim
Tryna you who I hit 'cuz I ran out of Bim
Fast food so dangerous I'm crackin' my rim
Like why Bell drive-through so damn slim

I'm out too, no top on the Benz
Big body, too, like I walked out the gym
Man, I'm through, not just feeling the wind
Look, the to the gas tank is right at the end

Now, I'm to sin, lying again
Pumpin' gas in the Benz with no money to
And every kid that walk in, cashier again
So it's a good thing lady walked in her twins

out
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Get
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Get girls
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Get your
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Hit the
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the noise
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out
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Get
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Get your
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Get boys
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Hit the
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Bring the
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All I do is listen to Eightball, with the hoes on
dank in my gas tank and eat raw franks
Grill in my bed and serve two and siemen
And I'm on your daughter
With on and Clairborne

Don't get it twisted, I'm gold toothed and two
Both arms to roll, chrome-wristed
I'm being beserk, I go to work
the boss, "Go 'head
Give me sugars and hot sauce"

With an a track of Diana Ross
And off some moonshine
I passed out and up at noontime
Thought it was crack of dawn, but ass was in my
Said draws was Versache, I thought she had Versace

out
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Get
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Get your
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Get boys
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Hit the
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Bring the
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out
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Get
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Get girls
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Get your
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Hit the
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Bring the
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