Luyện nghe bài hát Rollin

[Intro x2: West]
Will I ever change in

My grandma said
change and she

Y'all think that L.A.
banging, right
Well you finna' out
what the be like
1: Game]
Red rag on my view
No in the Porsche,
see through
God up out
them speakers so
that a can't hear
you
Wake up to a
cross, I'm a
Got a feeling like
Obama
shout out my
windows, yelling,
say ?
sprayed up my 'Rari,
they up my

They at my top dog
like Ab-Soul and
I I'm a killa', god
damn it I it
I said I sold crack,
skillets
At my house, I
was selling in it
And god her soul,
she
Back out the four, up
the
Pop up the trunk, up
them
Aye 'Ye, is this how
do it in the Chi?
Vice Lords,
Crips and in the ?
on
Yes a did swore he
was a man in the hood,
now he for his
on both knees
I'm a killer, no ?
Ask 40 , niggas
know me
Got a blood,
then show me
I'm on Rose and
Kobe's
Got off in my
Rollie,
stuffed in my
Motherfuck them

Where I'm from,
shooting at the
Man these niggas
got me up
I'm Papa Smurf in
that blue
Red hat, red pants,
inside dreams
with the kush in my
I'm
x4: Z-Ro]
Rollin', rollin', rollin',
rollin', rollin', rollin',
Them up
[Verse 2: Trae The
nigga 15, ? sand
Sawed off in my
?
Finna' rob me a
who ?
Somebody gon' it to
me, or they feel
the
Mama used to it
to feed me scraps
Saturday, it was YO!
MTV
Got of looking at
niggas that ain't
deserve it so I
my brother to beat
traps
I ain't worried the
love, seen everything
The hot, like the
had it off in his

Send a strap way, I
seen a couple of
Last pack, I that and
a couple of
To think, of the
I was doing ?
But would give it to
me, I was
dues
I was a young wild
a couple screws
In the hood, I'm
scared, only I'mma
use, I'm

[Verse 3: Paul
Mane, up
? with a cup of lean,
and a 4-0
No more sleep, get
bucks, OG rolled up
Stakes are high, so I
to God the folks roll
up
Big told me I need
to up
But I need money,
not crumb me
Copping and my
coming
Trying to get blow
my was runny
I for mine, you can't
take that me
Wrap it up, like

And it ready when I
on up
Stacking on up,
the floor on up
And I'm all the
hood ice cream
trucks, just

[Verse 4: Slim
Keep kush rolled,
I'm holding
In the caddy' with
ninety-forty
a drop, put it in
the
But I got, on
bitch stolen
Had a grill but
the wheels
Had paint, but it

Kick to try and get
dough
Whole know, so
couldn't stand me
Run and your mama,
come get son
Mama damn, what
the hell he
had bricks, but
didn't give me
So when he to the
pen, I said no shit
at work, so I ran
the
? on lock, I am the
Turn that up like the
Mary
I was 'caine, got
us all out

[Outro:
Comptron, all the
way to
Back on to
Houston, Texas
The Truth, Z-Ro, Slim
Thugga, Wall,
Common, West,
and The
Jesus
you got one, you
want one, or you to
rob a for one
So what's it be

(Gun shots, laughs)