Luyện nghe bài hát Roll Roll

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

no block too hot
Me and my 'bout to open up shop
Hot boy nigga grab the
So me and my niggas we could our rocks

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

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

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

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

I say, roll, roll, your 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 get my hands dirty wit ya
if we gon' come get ya, chopper split ya
A young soldier plottin' to rule the with riches
Ask P to use Hummer so I can fuck some bitches

Run the block all week, trying to dodge the
prayin' on my death before my album drops
My niggas wearin' wires, Feds tappin' my
Send a check to IRS so they can leave me

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

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

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

I'm the [Incomprehensible] chopper too
Come fuckin' around wit me, ain't no tellin' I'ma do
Put my foot so far up yo' ass I'd lose my shoe
nigga chokin', motherfucker coughin' up blood

Well the Heimlich maneuver
You don't that drama to come to you
Yo' mama to do you
'Cuz hot iron run ya through ya

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

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

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

You ain't gotta ask who's Who's on top?
I gotta to ask y'all for real, Tru or not
If I got two guns, I'm one gon' bust
If I got two niggas wildin' out when I

One duck, the one that's wildin' the most
That's the one I'ma bust, he still trippin' that
I'ma give him two 'cuz he don't think one was

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