Luyện nghe bài hát Roll Out

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

Hey y'all, can do something for me?
Can bounce, can y'all 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, sittin' on low
Petey in the of us, with his range rov

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

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

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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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out
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Roughest, toughest, fastest, one of the
Rappin' asses, tickin' on a Timbaland
Layin' in traffic, 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 laughin'
Thinkin' his chick out the sunroof flashin'
I done went in the grass, like to kill a

Swerve back into traffic, radio
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 thongs crammed in they fannies
Whoop, you could be Ms. Barry, as you is
Tim, pull it over, let 'em ride in

out
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Get
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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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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 chick and her is Kim
Tryna tell you who I hit I ran out of Bim
Fast food so that I'm crackin' my rim
Like why Bell drive-through so damn slim

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

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

out
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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
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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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All I do is listen to Eightball, with the on call
High dank in my gas and eat raw franks
Grill in my bed and serve two and siemen
And I'm scheming on daughter
on condom and Clairborne

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

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

out
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Get
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Get your
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Get boys
(Roll)
Hit the
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the noise
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out
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Get
(Roll)
Get girls
(Roll)
Get boys
(Roll)
Hit the
(Roll)
the noise
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