Luyện nghe bài hát Roll Out

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

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

Bold ladies sittin' in back, one ridin' in the
No in here, so put out your freakin' blunt
This how we gon' do it, so pay to the rules
Women in gear, draws down and no shoes

That's why we keep it live, we keep ours alive
For that alcohol is full of, full of
That's how gonna ball, walk before we crawl
This here, this here, is that party

out
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Get girls
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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 girls
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Get your
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Hit the
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Bring the
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Roughest, toughest, fastest, one of the
Rappin' asses, tickin' on a Timbaland
in traffic, shiftin' gears in the automatic
Tryin' to get past old couple in a Maverick

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

Swerve back traffic, radio blastin'
Slammed on the brakes, ya old
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 be Ms. Barry, fine as you is
Tim, it over, let 'em ride in here

out
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Get
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Get your
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Get boys
(Roll)
Hit the
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the noise
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out
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Get
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Get your
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Get your
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Hit the
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the noise
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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 so dangerous 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, just like I out the gym
Man, I'm through, not just feeling the wind
Look, the to the gas tank is right at the end

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

out
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Get
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Get girls
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Get your
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Hit the
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Bring the
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out
(Roll)
Get
(Roll)
Get girls
(Roll)
Get your
(Roll)
Hit the
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the noise
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All I do is listen to Eightball, with the on call
High dank in my gas and eat raw franks
Grill in my bed and two steak and siemen
And I'm on your daughter
With on condom and

get it twisted, I'm gold toothed and two fisted
Both ready to roll, chrome-wristed
I'm past beserk, I go to work
Tell the boss, "Go
Give me sugars and hot sauce"

With an a track of Diana Ross
And off some moonshine
I out and woke up at noontime
Thought it was crack of dawn, but ass was in my
Said draws was Versache, I thought she had Versace

out
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Get
(Roll)
Get your
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Get boys
(Roll)
Hit the
(Roll)
the noise
(Roll)

out
(Roll)
Get
(Roll)
Get your
(Roll)
Get boys
(Roll)
Hit the
(Roll)
the noise
(Roll)