Luyện nghe bài hát Rolly Up

Yeah, that boy
Got my block in this bitch
East finest
E.C.T South!

[Chorus: Gucci
Early in the Nigga Imma be up
Imma be up, be up;
Call Block or Mane when it's time to re-up
It's time to It's time to re-up;
7: 30 in the morning, we gon' be up
We gon' be up, we be up;
Call Block or Gucci Mane it's time to re-up
time to re-up, it's time to re-up;

[Verse 1: Yatta
what it do?
Nigga g's up
man bitch!
me Mr.Re-Up
The kitchen smells like fish, the fish dog
1000 Grams at a time on the ow!
.45 Mac
band stacks
Spent a? a mill wit watch how fast I get it back
The dope love me
Taught'em how to
You whip it real hard, cold water, let it
The man bitch!
Sold bricks, rocks
100 thousand dollars, fell I shot a cop
The man bitch!
Sold grams, white
the work 10 minutes
Fiends gave me 5
New York nigga's love how I work that pipe
Got Micheal yay
10, but it cook white
I don't get nervous when I them highways
man bitch!
is my birthday!

[Verse 2: Gucci
I got the on lock!
you ever seen a? million dollars in a Nike shoe box?
I can you how to trap!
100 worth of cap
And I pray my phone ain't tapped!
buy for the smell of it
Bought a hard top 6 and I sat it on for the hell of it
7 on the dot!
Got some and its jumping out the pot!
I'm in the so I give it all I got
To a million spot
I got a Range same color as lean
Wit the matching rims on it, man bitch so clean
Gotta skittle Drop Jag and a fruity
If I drop the top back, kush you gon' smell
Every flip I cop another
Every trap I cop another
Every I cop another tool
these nigga's know bout Gucci Mane?
Notta thang!
I'm icy, something a polar bear
When girl give me brain better hold her hair
100 Grand in the bag to make you stare
wit the man
Gucci Lil'Flap

[Verse 3: Gucci
Go our rental cars
Used to hard to Mountain Park;
Now I stand the burglar bars
Say Lil'Breeze best smoke ya
I'm the of the century
you think of money mention me
I my buddy get it to the key
From to Tennessee
Every Brick, Pill. And "P"
Some how it doesn't from me
I'm on T.V interviewed
Still got them in the intertubes
8 for the good purp
A t-shirt, under my
Aye lock it up, that's a bad
You had to whip it till wrist hurt
You holler'd at Gucci or Block
Got'chu a dime to a? a
I'm knocked diamonds and I never
Disturbing cocaine; duckin