Luyện nghe bài hát Rollin'

See, I was through the city with a big ol' pistol
Trickin' off niggaz in the Range, rental
I was smokin', drinkin', end up kinda
Lookin' my rear view, they followin' me

I wonder why the fuck are followin' me
I them niggaz creepin' two cars behind me
You'll never catch me slippin', just me and my
You must be smokin' if you think I'ma the police

I'm a beast, still got a
Still got my Converse thumpin' the concrete
and blue Bugatti
This is Strong Arm robbery, you deny me

My garage, a mirage, a of chrome
I alive with the nine when I leave my home
Been on tour in Japan, been in Rome
This is man business, recognize the tone

If I recognize the number, won't answer my phone
Rockin' every area code, stay in my zone
I don't no fuckin' games now, bitch, I'm grown
Now I crack your neck to the shit I'm on, yeah

Six-four, out, ragtop rollin'
Get your weight up X can't stop rollin'
Niggaz thought it was over but X came back
I got my own sack to roll, so I'm

Yeah, my release bang the streets
We hang orangutans, mangle the beat
Niggaz hatin', gravitatin' to the lies that tell
My takin' over where that fiction fail

What the hell, might as well show the I'm holdin'
Sweet taste, aromatic, rollin'
Got the Range Rover supercharged, complete with the kit
My chain to my dang-a-lang, what the fuck, bitch?

Boomerang my change, I rearrange thangs
My slang, click, bang and expose they
I pray, Our Father who art in Heaven
Got people out the buildin' like 9/11

Malcolm X to the Z, landin' on them like Plymouth
You get knocked out, get socked in your mouth
Now e'rybody know the business, you want it, get it
But if you rollin', throw it up, let me that you with it

Six-four, chromed out, ragtop
Get your weight up 'cause X stop rollin'
thought it was over but X came back rollin'
I got my own sack to roll, so I'm

Six-four, chromed out, rollin'
Get your weight up X can't stop rollin'
Niggaz it was over but X came back rollin'
I got my own to roll, so I'm rollin'

Yeah, I my name over beats
I binge on the things, you cringe in defeat
Escalation, elevation to plateau
it take a few steps back to mentally grow

Here we go, what you Campaign in motion
West Coast and West worldwide rollin'
Got that Aston Martin DV9 equipped with a box
In case I ever find alone in a tight spot

Strip my frame, repave my lane
Insane my ink pen, Citizen Kane
complain when the chamber slide back and bang
Make it taste like shit you sayin' my name

the Golden State heavyweight, holdin' the belt
'Cause I'm a one man army, I don't need no
This is a pistol, I use to protect
Careful hammerhead hollow points
Is bad for health, my nia

Six-four, chromed out, rollin'
Get your weight up 'cause X can't rollin'
Niggaz thought it was over but X came back
I got my own to roll, so I'm rollin'

Six-four, out, ragtop rollin'
Get your weight up 'cause X stop rollin'
thought it was over but X came back rollin'
I got my own to roll, so I'm rollin'

See, I was trippin' the city with a big ol' pistol
Trickin' off these niggaz in the Range,
I was smokin', drinkin', end up kinda
Lookin' my rear view, they followin' me

I wonder why the fuck are they me
I them niggaz creepin' two cars behind me
You'll catch me slippin', just me and my piece
You must be smokin' if you think I'ma call the