Luyện nghe bài hát Roll Roll

Ain't no too hot
Me and my 'bout to open up shop
Hot boy grab the glock
So me and my niggas we sell our rocks

Ain't no too hot
Me and my 'bout to open up shop
Hot boy nigga the glock
So me and my niggas we could sell our

Every bag of raw we hustle in the park
From to dawn nigga from dawn to dark
Now if you tweakin', boy you be creepin'
But if you beefin', nigga you 'bout to be

Me and my dogs, we don't fuck with you
Go to the pen, fuck with no rats
See this is real, I sleep with one eye open
See in the ghetto, niggas gotta be pistol

A thousand fuckin' grams what I'm workin' with
Come short on the D, you what you twerkin' wit
It's murder, 187, I the third ward
We tote mac 11's if I die, my name in the sky
My bust yo' ass y'all gon' know why

I say, roll, roll, roll your dough up and the street
On the first and fifteenth you don't have my
Me and my boys we gon' bring that heat, ya me

I say, roll, roll, roll dough up and down the street
On the first and fifteenth you have my money
Me and my boys we gon' bring that heat, ya me

It's a problem, I ain't get my hands wit ya
Tellin' if we come get ya, chopper split ya
A young soldier to rule the world with riches
Ask P to use this Hummer so I can some bitches

Run the block all week, to dodge the cops
Niggas prayin' on my death before my drops
My wearin' wires, Feds tappin' my phone
Send a to IRS so they can leave me alone

Told my dog you we can rule the world
He didn't listen, he'd stuff his nose with furl
They found him in the project, brains on the ground
When you a fiend, that's the way the game go

I say, roll, roll, roll your dough up and the street
On the first and fifteenth you have my money
Me and my we gon' bring that heat, ya heard me

Roll, roll, roll your up and down the street
On the first and fifteenth you don't my money
Me and my boys we bring that heat, ya heard me

I'm the [Incomprehensible] chopper too
Come fuckin' around wit me, no tellin' what I'ma do
Put my foot so far up yo' ass I'd lose my shoe
That nigga chokin', coughin' up blood

Well fuck the maneuver
You don't want that drama to to you
Yo' mama to do you
'Cuz hot will run ya through ya

You and yo' dudes don't be around 'cuz catch a contact
If you ain't got beef wit a
Don't be beef
You be on yo' back

Oh it ain't my fault, dead these niggas
Can't move we infrared these
We'll do these niggas, proof these niggas
Close these boys, black suit these niggas

We'll these niggas, walk past these niggas
And ride on bustas, just keep mashin' these niggas
And we do it we'll toss the tec and ghetto
Plus I know not but to fuckin' floss the set

You ain't gotta ask who's hot? on top?
I gotta question to ask for real, Tru or not
If I got two guns, I'm sure one bust
If I got two niggas wildin' out I bust

One gon' duck, the one that's the most
the one I'ma bust, he still trippin' after that
I'ma give him two 'cuz he think one was enough

I say, roll, roll, your dough up and down the street
On the first and fifteenth you don't my money
Me and my boys we gon' bring that heat, ya me

Roll, roll, roll dough up and down the street
On the first and fifteenth you don't my money
Me and my boys we gon' bring heat, ya heard me