Luyện nghe bài hát Roll Roll

Ain't no too hot
Me and my niggas 'bout to open up
Hot boy grab the glock
So me and my niggas we could sell our

Ain't no too hot
Me and my niggas 'bout to open up
Hot boy nigga grab the
So me and my niggas we sell our rocks

Every bag of raw we hustle in the park
From dusk to dawn nigga dawn to dark
Now if you tweakin', boy you better be
But if you beefin', nigga you to be sleepin'

Me and my dogs, we don't fuck with you
Go to the pen, fuck with no rats
See this shit is real, I sleep one eye open
See in the ghetto, niggas gotta be totin'

A thousand fuckin' grams that's what I'm with
Come short on the D, you know you twerkin' wit
It's murder, 187, I the third ward
We tote mac if I die, write my name in the sky
My niggas bust yo' ass y'all know why

I say, roll, roll, roll your dough up and the street
On the first and fifteenth you don't my money
Me and my we gon' bring that heat, ya heard me

I say, roll, roll, roll your dough up and the street
On the first and fifteenth you have my money
Me and my boys we gon' that heat, ya heard me

a problem, I ain't get my hands dirty wit ya
Tellin' if we gon' get ya, chopper split ya
A young soldier plottin' to the world with riches
Ask P to use this so I can fuck some bitches

Run the block all week, to dodge the cops
prayin' on my death before my album drops
My niggas wearin' wires, Feds my phone
Send a check to IRS so they can me alone

Told my dog believe you we can the world
He didn't listen, he'd rather stuff his nose with
They found him dead in the project, brains on the
you a fiend, that's the way the game go down

I say, roll, roll, roll your dough up and down the
On the and fifteenth you don't have my money
Me and my boys we gon' bring that heat, ya me

Roll, roll, roll dough up and down the street
On the first and fifteenth you don't my money
Me and my boys we bring that heat, ya heard me

I'm the [Incomprehensible] chopper too
Come fuckin' around wit me, ain't no tellin' I'ma do
Put my foot so far up yo' ass I'd lose my shoe
That chokin', motherfucker coughin' up blood

Well the Heimlich maneuver
You don't want drama to come to you
Yo' to come do you
hot iron will run ya through ya

You and yo' dudes don't be around 'cuz you'll a contact
If you ain't got wit a nigga
be 'round beef
You won't be on yo'

Oh it ain't my fault, dead these niggas
Can't move we these niggas
do these niggas, black proof these niggas
Close these boys, black suit these niggas

We'll these niggas, walk past these niggas
And ride on these bustas, just keep mashin' these
And we do it we'll toss the tec and ghetto
Plus I know not else but to fuckin' the set

You ain't ask who's hot? Who's on top?
I question to ask y'all for real, Tru or not
If I got two guns, I'm one gon' bust
If I got two niggas wildin' out when I

One gon' duck, the one that's wildin' the
That's the one I'ma bust, he still after that
I'ma give him two 'cuz he don't one was enough

I say, roll, roll, roll your dough up and down the
On the first and fifteenth you don't have my
Me and my we gon' bring that heat, ya heard me

Roll, roll, your dough up and down the street
On the first and fifteenth you don't have my
Me and my boys we gon' that heat, ya heard me