Luyện nghe bài hát Roll Roll

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

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

bag of that raw we hustle in the park
From dusk to dawn nigga from dawn to
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 is real, I sleep with one eye open
See in the ghetto, niggas be pistol totin'

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

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

I say, roll, roll, roll your up and down the street
On the first and fifteenth you have my money
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 gon' come get ya, split ya
A young soldier plottin' to rule the world with
Ask P to use this so I can fuck some bitches

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

Told my dog believe you we can rule the
He didn't listen, he'd rather stuff his nose furl
They found him dead in the project, on the ground
When you a fiend, that's the way the 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 have my
Me and my we gon' bring that heat, ya heard me

I'm the [Incomprehensible] chopper too
Come fuckin' around wit me, ain't no tellin' what 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 want drama to come to you
Yo' to come do you
'Cuz hot iron will run ya ya

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

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

We'll blast niggas, walk 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 not else but to fuckin' floss the set

You gotta ask who's hot? Who's on top?
I gotta 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 that's wildin' the
the one I'ma bust, he still trippin' after that
I'ma him two 'cuz he don't think one was enough

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

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