Luyện nghe bài hát Roll Out

Hey y'all, can y'all do for me?
Can y'all bounce, can y'all bounce,
Hey y'all, can y'all do for me?
Can y'all bounce, bounce, bounce,

Hey y'all, can do something for me?
Can y'all bounce, can y'all bounce,
Hey y'all, can y'all do for me?
Ficky, ficky, ficky, ficky,

I be in backyards, dippin' in alley ways
My in the 360, I'm in a escalade
We piled high, sittin' on low pros
Petey in the of us, with his range rov

Bold ladies sittin' in back, one in the front
No smokin' in here, so put out your freakin'
This how we gon' do it, so pay attention to the
in sexy gear, draws down and no shoes

That's why we keep it live, 'cuz we keep alive
For that is full of, full of surprise
That's how we're gonna ball, walk we crawl
This here, this here, is party y'all

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Get boys
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out
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Roughest, toughest, fastest, one of the
Rappin' asses, tickin' on a classic
in traffic, shiftin' gears in the automatic
Tryin' to get past this old in a Maverick

Beepin' my at 'em, flickin' on my hazards
G. callin' me, on his cell phone
Thinkin' his chick out the sunroof flashin'
I done went in the grass, like to kill a

Swerve back into traffic, blastin'
on the brakes, ya old bastard
Tim zig-zaggin', hell, he in the
And girls sittin' on the trunk, droppin' glasses

Wind blowin' dresses up, showin' off the
stripe thongs crammed in they fannies
Whoop, you be Ms. Barry, fine as you is
Tim, pull it over, let 'em ride in

out
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Get your
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Hit the
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the noise
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out
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Get
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Get your
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Get your
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Hit the
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the noise
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Catch me in a chick and her is Kim
Tryna tell you who I hit I ran out of Bim
Fast food so dangerous that I'm my rim
Like why Taco Bell so damn slim

I'm out north too, no top on the
Big body, too, just I walked out the gym
Man, I'm speeding through, not just the wind
Look, the needle to the gas is right at the end

Now, I'm to sin, lying again
Pumpin' gas in the with no money to spend
And every kid that in, cashier turning again
So it's a good thing that lady walked in her

out
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Get girls
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Get your
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Hit the
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the noise
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out
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Get
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Get girls
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Get boys
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Hit the
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Bring the
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All I do is to Eightball, with the hoes on call
dank in my gas tank and eat raw franks
Grill in my bed and serve two and siemen
And I'm scheming on daughter
With on condom and

Don't get it twisted, I'm gold toothed and two
arms ready to roll, chrome-wristed
I'm past beserk, I go to work
the boss, "Go 'head
Give me sugars and hot sauce"

an a track of Diana Ross playing
And drunk off moonshine
I out and woke up at noontime
it was crack of dawn, but ass was in my face
Said draws was Versache, I thought she had Versace

out
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Get
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Get girls
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Get your
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Hit the
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the noise
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out
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Get
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Get girls
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Get your
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Hit the
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the noise
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