Luyện nghe bài hát Roll Roll

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

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

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

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

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

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 gon' that heat, ya heard me

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

It's a problem, I ain't get my hands wit ya
Tellin' if we gon' come get ya, chopper ya
A young soldier to rule the world with riches
Ask P to use this Hummer so I can some bitches

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

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

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

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

I'm the [Incomprehensible] chopper too
fuckin' around wit me, ain't no tellin' what I'ma do
Put my foot so far up yo' ass I'd lose my shoe
That chokin', motherfucker coughin' up blood

Well the Heimlich maneuver
You want that drama to come to you
Yo' mama to do you
'Cuz hot iron run ya through ya

You and yo' dudes don't be around 'cuz you'll catch a
If you ain't got wit a nigga
Don't be 'round
You won't be on yo'

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

We'll blast niggas, walk past these niggas
And ride on these bustas, just keep these niggas
And we do it we'll 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 gotta to ask y'all for real, Tru or not
If I got two guns, I'm sure one gon'
If I got two niggas out when I bust

One gon' duck, the one wildin' the most
That's the one I'ma bust, he still after that
give him two 'cuz he don't think one was enough

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

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