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 'bout to up shop
Hot boy grab the glock
So me and my we could sell our rocks

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

Me and my dogs, we fuck with you cats
Go to the pen, fuck with no rats
See shit is real, I sleep with one eye open
See in the ghetto, niggas be pistol totin'

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

I say, roll, roll, roll your 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

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' that heat, ya heard me

It's a problem, I ain't get my dirty wit ya
Tellin' if we gon' come get ya, split ya
A young soldier plottin' to the world with riches
Ask P to use this Hummer so I can fuck some

Run the all week, trying to dodge the cops
Niggas prayin' on my death 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 the world
He didn't listen, he'd rather his nose with furl
They found him dead in the project, on the ground
When you a fiend, that's the way the 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' bring that heat, ya me

Roll, roll, roll dough up and down the street
On the first and fifteenth you have my money
Me and my boys we gon' bring heat, ya heard me

I'm from the chopper too
Come fuckin' wit me, ain't no tellin' what I'ma do
Put my so far up yo' ass I'd probably lose my shoe
That nigga chokin', motherfucker coughin' up

Well fuck the Heimlich
You don't want that drama to to you
Yo' to come do you
'Cuz hot will run ya through ya

You and yo' dudes don't be around 'cuz you'll catch a
If you ain't got wit a nigga
Don't be beef
You be on yo' back

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

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

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

One gon' duck, the one that's the most
That's the one I'ma bust, he still after that
I'ma give him two 'cuz he think one was enough

I say, roll, roll, roll dough up and down the street
On the first and fifteenth you have my money
Me and my boys we gon' that heat, ya heard me

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 heat, ya heard me