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 y'all bounce, bounce, bounce,

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

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

Bold ladies sittin' in back, one in the front
No in here, so put out your freakin' 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 ours
For that alcohol is of, full of surprise
That's how we're gonna ball, walk we crawl
This here, this here, is party y'all

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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

my horn at 'em, flickin' on my hazards
G. callin' me, on his phone laughin'
Thinkin' his hang out the sunroof flashin'
I done went in the grass, like to a rabbit

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

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out
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Get girls
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Get boys
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Hit the
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Catch me in a chick and her is Kim
Tryna you who I hit 'cuz I ran out of Bim
Fast food so dangerous I'm crackin' my rim
Like why Taco Bell drive-through so 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 needle to the gas tank is at the end

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

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out
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Get boys
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All I do is to Eightball, with the hoes on call
High in my gas tank and eat raw franks
Grill in my bed and serve two and siemen
And I'm scheming on your
With on and Clairborne

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

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

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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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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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