Luyện nghe bài hát Rollin

[Intro x2: Kanye
I ever change in this

My grandma said
never and she

Y'all that L.A. gang
banging, shit
Well you find out
what the game be
[Verse 1:
Red rag on my rear
No in the Porsche,
see clear
God up out
them speakers so
that a nigga can't
you
up to a diamond
cross, I'm a
Got a feeling like
Obama
shout out my
windows, yelling,
say ?
sprayed up my 'Rari,
they up my

They at my top dog
Ab-Soul and Kendrick
I I'm a killa', god
damn it I it
I said I sold crack,
bubbling
At my house, I
was work in it
And god her soul,
she
Back out the four, up
the
Pop up the trunk, up
them
Aye 'Ye, is how them
niggas do it in the
Vice Lords,
and Bloods in the ?
on
Yes a did swore he
was a man in the hood,
now he for his
life on both
I'm a killer, no ?
Ask 40 Glocc ,
know me
Got a blood,
then show me
I'm on Rose and
them
Got off in my
Rollie,
in my stogie
Motherfuck Axel

Where I'm from,
at the police
Man these fuck
got me up
I'm like Smurf in
that truck
Red hat, red pants,
walking dreams
with the kush in my
I'm
[Hook x4:
Rollin', rollin', rollin',
rollin', rollin', rollin',
drugs up
[Verse 2: Trae The
nigga 15, ? sand
Sawed off in my
?
Finna' rob me a
who ?
Somebody gon' it to
me, or they wanna
the
Mama used to it
to feed me scraps
Saturday, it was YO!
MTV
Got sick of at
other that ain't
it so I followed
my older to beat
traps
I ain't about the
love, seen everything
The hood hot, the
had it off in his

Send a strap way, I
a couple of fans
Last pack, I took and
a of bands
To think, of the
I was doing ?
But would give it to
me, I was
dues
I was a young wild
a couple screws
In the hood, I'm
scared, thing I'mma
use, I'm

[Verse 3: Wall]
Mane, up
? with a cup of lean,
and a 4-0
No sleep, gotta get
bucks, OG rolled up
Stakes are high, so I
to God the folks don't
up
Big sister me I need
to up
But I need money,
not crumb me
Copping and my
codeine
to get blow like
my was runny
I for mine, you can't
take from me
it up, like Egyptian

And have it ready I
on up
Stacking on up,
from the on up
And I'm all the
like ice cream
trucks, rollin'

[Verse 4: Slim
Keep kush rolled,
dream I'm
In the candy caddy'
ninety-forty
a drop, put it in
the
But I got, on
bitch stolen
Had a grill but
the wheels
Had paint, but it

Kick to try and get
that
family know, so
they stand me
Run and tell mama,
come get son
like damn, what
the hell he
had bricks, but
didn't me shit
So he went to the
pen, I said no shit
at work, so I ran
the
? on lock, I am the
Turn that face up the
Jane
I was 'caine, got
us all out

[Outro:
Comptron, all the
way to
Back on to
Houston, Texas
Trae The Truth, Z-Ro,
Thugga, Wall,
Common, West,
and The
Jesus
you got one, you
want one, or you to
rob a for one
So what's it be

(Gun shots, laughs)