Luyện nghe bài hát Roll Roll

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

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

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

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

A fuckin' grams that's what I'm workin' with
short on the D, you know what you twerkin' wit
It's murder, 187, I represent the third
We tote mac 11's if I die, write my in the sky
My niggas bust yo' ass gon' know why

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' bring that heat, ya me

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

It's a problem, I get my hands dirty wit ya
Tellin' if we gon' come get ya, split ya
A young plottin' to rule the world with riches
Ask P to use this Hummer so I can fuck bitches

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

Told my dog believe you we can rule the
He didn't listen, he'd rather stuff his nose with
They found him dead in the project, brains on the
you a fiend, that's the way the game go down

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' bring that heat, ya me

Roll, roll, your dough up and down the street
On the first and fifteenth you don't my money
Me and my boys we bring that heat, ya heard me

I'm from the chopper too
fuckin' around 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', coughin' up blood

fuck the Heimlich maneuver
You don't want drama to come to you
Yo' to come do you
'Cuz hot iron will run ya ya

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

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

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

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

One gon' duck, the one that's wildin' the
That's the one bust, he still trippin' 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 don't have my
Me and my boys we bring that heat, ya heard me

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