Luyện nghe bài hát Roll Roll

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

no block too hot
Me and my niggas to open up shop
Hot boy grab the glock
So me and my niggas we could sell our

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

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

A thousand grams that's what I'm workin' with
Come short on the D, you know what you wit
It's murder, 187, I represent the ward
We mac 11's if I die, write my name in the sky
My niggas bust yo' ass 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' that heat, ya heard me

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

a problem, I ain't get my hands dirty wit ya
Tellin' if we gon' get ya, chopper split ya
A young plottin' to rule the world with riches
Ask P to use this so I can fuck some bitches

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

Told my dog believe you we can rule the
He didn't listen, he'd rather stuff his with furl
found him dead 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 boys we gon' bring that heat, ya me

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

I'm from the chopper too
fuckin' around wit me, ain't 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 Heimlich
You don't want drama to come to you
Yo' mama to do you
hot iron 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
be 'round beef
You be on yo' back

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

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

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

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

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

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