Luyện nghe bài hát Roll Out

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?
Can bounce, bounce, bounce, bounce?

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

I be in backyards, dippin' in alley ways
My in the 360, I'm in a escalade
We piled ride high, on low pros
in the back of us, with his range rov

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

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

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Roughest, toughest, fastest, one of the
Rappin' asses, on a Timbaland classic
in traffic, shiftin' gears in the automatic
Tryin' to get past this old in a Maverick

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

Swerve back into traffic, radio
on the brakes, ya old bastard
Tim zig-zaggin', hell, he in the
And girls sittin' on the trunk, droppin' glasses

Wind blowin' dresses up, off the panties
Polka-dot stripe thongs crammed in fannies
Whoop, you be Ms. Barry, fine as you is
Tim, pull it over, let 'em ride in

out
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Hit the
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Bring the
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out
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Get
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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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Catch me in a and her name is Kim
Tryna you who I hit 'cuz I ran out of Bim
Fast so dangerous that I'm crackin' my rim
why Taco Bell drive-through so damn slim

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

Now, I'm to sin, lying again
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 boys
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Hit the
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Bring the
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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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All I do is to Eightball, with the hoes on call
dank in my gas tank and eat raw franks
Grill in my bed and two steak and siemen
And I'm on your daughter
With on condom and

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

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

out
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Get
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Get your
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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
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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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