Luyện nghe bài hát Roll Out

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

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

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

That's why we keep it live, 'cuz we keep ours
For that alcohol is full of, of surprise
That's how we're ball, walk before we crawl
here, this here, is that party y'all

out
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Get
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Get girls
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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 boys
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Hit the
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Bring the
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Roughest, toughest, fastest, one of the
Rappin' asses, on a Timbaland classic
in traffic, shiftin' gears in the automatic
Tryin' to get past this old in a Maverick

my horn at 'em, flickin' on my hazards
G. callin' me, on his cell phone
Thinkin' his chick out the sunroof flashin'
I done in the grass, like to kill a rabbit

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

Wind blowin' dresses up, off the panties
Polka-dot stripe thongs crammed in they
Whoop, you be Ms. Barry, fine as you is
Tim, pull it over, let 'em in here

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

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

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

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

get it twisted, I'm gold toothed and two fisted
Both ready to roll, chrome-wristed
I'm being beserk, I go to work
Tell the boss, "Go
me some sugars and hot sauce"

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

out
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Get
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Get girls
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Get boys
(Roll)
Hit the
(Roll)
Bring the
(Roll)

out
(Roll)
Get
(Roll)
Get girls
(Roll)
Get your
(Roll)
Hit the
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the noise
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