Luyện nghe bài hát Roll Out

Hey y'all, can y'all do for me?
Can bounce, can y'all bounce, what?
Hey y'all, can do something for me?
Can y'all 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 creepin' in backyards, in alley ways
My brother in the 360, I'm in a
We piled high, sittin' on low pros
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 freakin' blunt
This how we gon' do it, so pay attention to the
Women in sexy gear, draws down and no

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

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Roughest, toughest, fastest, one of the
Rappin' asses, tickin' on a classic
in traffic, shiftin' gears in the automatic
Tryin' to get past this old in a Maverick

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

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

Wind blowin' up, showin' off the panties
stripe thongs crammed in they fannies
Whoop, you could be Ms. Barry, as you is
Tim, it over, let 'em ride in here

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out
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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
food so dangerous that I'm crackin' my rim
Like why Taco drive-through so damn slim

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

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

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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 steak and
And I'm on your daughter
on condom 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
the boss, "Go 'head
Give me sugars and hot sauce"

With an a track of Diana Ross
And off some moonshine
I passed out and woke up at
Thought it was of dawn, but ass was in my face
Said draws was Versache, I thought she had Versace

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Hit the
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Get boys
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Hit the
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Bring the
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