Luyện nghe bài hát Roll Out

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

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

I be creepin' in backyards, in alley ways
My brother in the 360, I'm in a
We piled ride high, sittin' on low
Petey in the back of us, his range rov

Bold ladies in back, one ridin' in the front
No smokin' in here, so put out freakin' blunt
This how we do it, so pay attention to the rules
Women in sexy gear, down and no shoes

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

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Roughest, toughest, fastest, one of the
asses, tickin' on a Timbaland classic
Layin' in traffic, gears in the automatic
to get past this old couple in a Maverick

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

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

blowin' dresses up, showin' off the panties
Polka-dot thongs crammed in they fannies
Whoop, you could be Ms. Barry, as you is
Tim, pull it over, let 'em in here

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

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

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

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All I do is listen to Eightball, the hoes on call
High dank in my gas and eat raw franks
Grill in my bed and serve two and siemen
And I'm scheming on daughter
With on and Clairborne

Don't get it twisted, I'm gold and two fisted
Both arms to roll, chrome-wristed
I'm being beserk, I go to work
Tell the boss, "Go
Give me sugars and hot sauce"

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

out
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Get boys
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Hit the
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Get your
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Get boys
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Hit the
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Bring the
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