Luyện nghe bài hát Roll With 'Em

It's enemy turf I'm on, so I'ma play it how it go
Cock the hollow points into my calico
Hit the coat with some of grams of that dope fo' sho' 'bout to go
graduated from sellin' dope to snortin' dope

Gangsta be bustin'
Lil be bustin' heads
K.C., he be heads
I ain't 'bout nustin' heads

Bodies bled, I'll put infrared up in your
You play with 226, my clique so I say fuck it
Ruckus, war deep, War III in the mix
5 hot soys runnin', bringin' G's to clique

With them hundred round tip-tips, to make sure ain't breathin'
You recievin', a punishment for not
Curly head lookin' for me, 'cause I'm hot and word got loose
Bundles of dope fronted, from the Magnolia to the

wanted to testify the shit that they know
Set a bomb on the front door, put a key in the and the place blow
I been walkin' way mo', with a coat full of yeh-yo
Nothin' but clientele, from 11-5,
You don't it's legal, nigga we can take it to the scale
You double your money, gon' get credit make your bail

With that iron, I'ma roll wit' 'em, momma pray for me
I don't down from no nigga, they got a place for me
With iron, I'ma roll wit' 'em, momma don't pray for me
I don't back down from no nigga, got a place for me

With that iron, I'ma roll 'em, momma don't pray for me
I don't back down from no nigga, they got a for me
With that iron, I'ma roll wit' 'em, momma don't for me
I don't down from no nigga, they got a place for me

My biological father, was a sperm donor, around the
Was the man that killed lil Lanny, who knew we'd it
That way that, my was heartless to her kids
So he took us in his home, and he raised his own

Now we grown, and we responsibility
The tryed to get wit me
To affect all of my dickin'
But it's gon' be some shit, when a collision is

Asurin', of me a factor, through '97 and after
And I'ma have to, get my ten
Or get punished, like the rest of these niggaz and there's evidence
'Cause since all these cars and all these mansions

And all these luxuries was
You wasn't no thanks, to the reason you was livin'
So I'ma keep an open mind and make the right
And ain't tell you shit, and put my self in a position

That's inescapable, you capable, of puttin' my life in danger
And causin' confusion, confusion draw conclusion
And shootin' up some niggaz that a threat
Until somebody warns you that you're to death

With that iron, I'ma roll wit' 'em, don't pray for me
I don't back from no nigga, they got a place for me
With that iron, I'ma wit' 'em, momma don't pray for me
I don't back down from no nigga, got a place for me

With that iron, I'ma roll wit' 'em, momma pray for me
I back down from no nigga, they got a place for me
With that iron, I'ma roll wit' 'em, momma don't for me
I don't back down from no nigga, got a place for me

Don't love ya, don't ya
So why the would I feed ya
You bitches want my riches, ya
'Cause it's movin', it's shakin' one spot takin'

Rap site and money we be makin'
Clock six figures, with brown and triggers
from the riggers, poppa said the gon' fig us
Everything I make, and I drive

Everything I scratch and I ride
it, live for it, you niggaz kill for it
The new tape, got you hoes loosin' weight
get your life straight, music to masturbate

Test a, nigga like me boy and you
Have on your bulletproof sweater, in an armored Jetta
Beware of these, in E's
Every time you you recievin' a part of me

Look, my lyrics be combustible gases
When I'm for the mic and performin' for your masses
I'm never found on the ship steady sinkin'
Total control and all about self my way of

Bankin', off top, runnin' with boys from the block
glocks that we only use when we put on the spot
Now I got, a to live for than to die
a tight inventory on my supply, of gettin' high
Know when to stop, don't be it, can't even see it
Not even them little that I be wit'

With that iron, I'ma wit' 'em, momma don't pray for me
I back down from no nigga, they got a place for me
With that iron, I'ma roll wit' 'em, don't pray for me
I don't back down from no nigga, they got a for me

With that iron, I'ma roll 'em, momma don't pray for me
I don't down from no nigga, they got a place for me
With iron, I'ma roll wit' 'em, momma don't pray for me
I back down from no nigga, they got a place for me

I'm gettin' tired, of this bullshit we hearin'
I'm gettin' tired, 'bout to get my iron to ride
Ready to ride, to ride
Ready to ride, lil

Momma don't pray for me, I don't back down no nigga
don't pray for me, I don't back down from no nigga
Momma don't pray for me, I don't back from no nigga