Luyện nghe bài hát Roll Roll

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

no block too hot
Me and my 'bout to open up shop
Hot boy grab the glock
So me and my niggas we could sell our

Every bag of raw we hustle in the park
From 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 don't with you cats
Go to the pen, don't with no rats
See this shit is real, I sleep one eye open
See in the ghetto, niggas gotta be pistol

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

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

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

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

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

Told my dog believe you we can the world
He didn't listen, rather stuff his nose 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, your dough up and down the street
On the first and you don't have my money
Me and my boys we gon' that heat, ya heard me

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

I'm from the chopper too
Come fuckin' around wit me, ain't no tellin' I'ma do
Put my so far up yo' ass I'd probably 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 beef
You be on yo' back

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

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

You gotta ask who's hot? Who's on top?
I gotta question to ask 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 don't think one was

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

Roll, roll, roll your 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