Luyện nghe bài hát Rollin

[Intro x2: West]
Will I ever in this

My said I'll
change and she

Y'all think that L.A.
banging, right
Well you finna' out
the game be like
[Verse 1:
Red rag on my rear
No in the Porsche,
see through
God up out
them speakers so
that a nigga hear
you
up to a diamond
cross, I'm a
Got a nigga feeling
Obama
shout out my
windows, yelling,
say ?
sprayed up my 'Rari,
they up my

They at my top dog
like and Kendrick
I I'm a killa', god
it I meant it
I I sold crack, nigga
bubbling
At my house, I
was selling in it
And god her soul,
she
out the four, load up
the
Pop up the trunk, up
them
Aye 'Ye, is how them
do it in the Chi?
Vice Lords,
Crips and in the ?
on
Yes a nigga did he
was a man in the hood,
now he for his
life on both
I'm a killer, no ?
Ask 40 Glocc ,
don't me
Got a blood,
then show me
I'm on Rose and
them
Got off in my
Rollie,
stuffed in my
them Axel

Where I'm from,
shooting at the
Man these niggas
got me up
I'm Papa Smurf in
that truck
Red hat, red pants,
inside dreams
with the kush in my
I'm
x4: Z-Ro]
Rollin', rollin', rollin',
rollin', rollin', rollin',
drugs up
[Verse 2: The Truth]
Young nigga 15, ?
Sawed off in my
?
Finna' rob me a
who ?
gon' give it to
me, or they feel
the
Mama used to it
just to me scraps
Saturday, it was YO!
MTV
Got sick of at
other niggas ain't
it so I followed
my older to beat
traps
I worried about the
love, seen everything
The hood hot, the
had it off in his

Send a your way, I
seen a of fans
Last pack, I that and
a couple of
To think, of the
I was doing ?
But they would it to
me, I was
paying
I was a wild nigga
missing a screws
In the hood, I'm
scared, only I'mma
use, I'm

[Verse 3: Wall]
Mane, up
? with a cup of lean,
and a 4-0
No sleep, gotta get
more bucks, OG up
Stakes are high, so I
to God the don't roll
up
Big sister told me I
to up
But I that money,
not crumb me
Copping and my
coming
Trying to get like
my was runny
I for mine, you can't
take from me
Wrap it up, like

And it ready when I
on up
Stacking on up,
the floor on up
And I'm all the
like ice cream
trucks, just

[Verse 4: Thug]
Keep kush rolled,
I'm holding
In the caddy' with
with
a drop, put it in
the
But I got, on
bitch stolen
Had a grill but
afford the
Had paint, but it

Kick to try and get
that
Whole know, so
they stand me
Run and tell mama,
come get son
Mama like damn,
the hell he
had bricks, but
didn't give me
So when he to the
pen, I ain't no shit
at work, so I ran
the
? on lock, I am the
Turn that up like the
Jane
I was 'caine, got
us all out

[Outro:
Comptron, all the
way to
Back on to
Houston, Texas
Trae The Truth, Z-Ro,
Thugga, Wall,
Common, West,
and The
Jesus
you got one, you
want one, or you to
rob a for one
So it gon' be

(Gun shots, laughs)