Luyện nghe bài hát Roll Roll

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

no block too hot
Me and my niggas 'bout to up shop
Hot boy nigga grab the
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 better be
But if you beefin', you 'bout to be sleepin'

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

A thousand fuckin' grams 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 down the
On the and fifteenth you don't have my money
Me and my boys we bring that heat, ya heard me

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' that heat, ya heard me

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

Run the block all week, to dodge the cops
Niggas prayin' on my death before my album
My niggas wearin' wires, Feds my phone
Send a to IRS so they can leave me alone

Told my dog you we can rule the world
He didn't listen, he'd rather his nose with furl
They 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 you don't have my money
Me and my boys we gon' bring that heat, ya me

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

I'm the [Incomprehensible] chopper too
fuckin' around wit me, ain't no tellin' what I'ma do
Put my foot so far up yo' ass I'd probably lose my
That chokin', motherfucker coughin' up blood

Well fuck the maneuver
You want that drama to come to you
Yo' to come do you
'Cuz hot iron will run ya ya

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

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

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

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

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

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