Luyện nghe bài hát Roll Roll

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

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

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

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, gotta be pistol totin'

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

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

I say, 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' bring heat, ya heard me

It's a problem, I ain't get my hands wit ya
Tellin' if we come get ya, chopper split ya
A young soldier plottin' to rule the world with
Ask P to use Hummer so I can fuck some bitches

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

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

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

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

I'm from the [Incomprehensible] too
Come fuckin' around wit me, no tellin' what I'ma do
Put my foot so far up yo' ass I'd probably my shoe
That nigga chokin', motherfucker up blood

fuck the Heimlich maneuver
You don't that drama to come to you
Yo' mama to do you
'Cuz hot iron will run ya ya

You and yo' dudes don't be 'cuz you'll catch a contact
If you got beef wit a nigga
Don't be 'round
You be on yo' back

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

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

You ain't gotta ask who's hot? Who's on
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 wildin' out when I bust

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

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

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