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 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 piled high, sittin' on low pros
Petey in the back of us, his range rov

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

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

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Roughest, toughest, fastest, one of the
Rappin' asses, on a Timbaland classic
Layin' in traffic, shiftin' in the automatic
Tryin' to get past old couple in a Maverick

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

back into traffic, radio 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 thongs crammed in they fannies
Whoop, you could be Ms. Barry, as you is
Tim, it over, let 'em ride in here

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

I'm out north too, no top on the
Big body, too, just like I out the gym
Man, I'm speeding through, not just feeling the
Look, the needle to the gas is right at the end

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

out
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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 your
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Hit the
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the noise
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All I do is listen to Eightball, the hoes on call
High in my gas tank and eat raw franks
Grill in my bed and two steak and siemen
And I'm on your daughter
With on condom and

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 some and hot sauce"

With an a track of Diana Ross
And drunk off moonshine
I passed out and up at noontime
Thought it was of dawn, but ass was in my face
Said them 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
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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 your
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Get your
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Hit the
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Bring the
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