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 y'all do for me?
Can bounce, bounce, bounce, bounce?

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

I be creepin' in backyards, in alley ways
My in the 360, I'm in a escalade
We piled ride high, on low pros
Petey in the back of us, his range rov

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

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

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Hit the
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out
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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 this old in a Maverick

Beepin' my at 'em, flickin' on my hazards
G. callin' me, on his cell laughin'
Thinkin' his chick hang out the flashin'
I done went in the grass, like to kill a

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

Wind blowin' dresses up, showin' off the
Polka-dot stripe thongs in they fannies
Whoop, you be Ms. Barry, fine as you is
Tim, pull it over, let 'em in here

out
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Get girls
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Get your
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Hit the
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Bring the
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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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Catch me in a and her name is Kim
tell you who I hit 'cuz I ran out of Bim
Fast food so dangerous that I'm my rim
Like why Taco Bell drive-through so damn

I'm out north too, no top on the
Big body, too, just I walked 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 to sin, lying again
Pumpin' gas in the Benz no money to spend
And every kid that walk in, turning again
So it's a good thing that walked in her twins

out
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Get your
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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 girls
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Get boys
(Roll)
Hit the
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the noise
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All I do is listen to Eightball, with the 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
on condom and Clairborne

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

With an a track of Diana Ross
And drunk off moonshine
I passed out and up at noontime
it was crack of dawn, but ass was in my face
Said them draws was Versache, I she had Versace

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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Bring the
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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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Bring the
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