Luyện nghe bài hát Roll Roll

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

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

Every bag of raw we hustle in the park
dusk to dawn nigga 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 this is real, I sleep with one eye open
See in the ghetto, niggas gotta be pistol

A thousand fuckin' grams that's what I'm with
Come short on the D, you what you twerkin' wit
It's murder, 187, I represent the ward
We mac 11's if I die, write my name in the sky
My niggas yo' ass y'all gon' know why

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

I say, roll, roll, roll your dough up and down the
On the first and fifteenth you have my money
Me and my we gon' bring 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 young 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, tappin' my phone
Send a check to IRS so can leave me alone

my dog believe you we can rule the world
He didn't listen, he'd rather stuff his with furl
found him dead in the project, brains 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 and fifteenth you don't have my money
Me and my boys we bring that heat, ya heard me

Roll, roll, roll your 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 [Incomprehensible] too
Come fuckin' around wit me, ain't no tellin' I'ma do
Put my foot so far up yo' ass I'd probably lose my
That nigga chokin', motherfucker coughin' up

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

You and yo' don't be around 'cuz 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, we'll these niggas
move we infrared these niggas
We'll do these niggas, black these niggas
Close casket these boys, suit these niggas

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

You gotta ask who's hot? Who's on top?
I gotta 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 wildin' the most
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 your 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 dough up and down the street
On the first and fifteenth you don't my money
Me and my we gon' bring that heat, ya heard me