Luyện nghe bài hát Roll Out

Hey y'all, can do something for me?
Can y'all bounce, can y'all bounce,
Hey y'all, can do something for me?
Can bounce, bounce, bounce, bounce?

Hey y'all, can do something for me?
Can y'all bounce, can bounce, what?
Hey y'all, can y'all do for me?
Ficky, ficky, ficky, ficky,

I be creepin' in backyards, in alley ways
My brother in the 360, I'm in a
We piled high, sittin' on low pros
in the back of us, with his range rov

Bold ladies sittin' in back, one in the front
No smokin' in here, so put out your blunt
This how we do it, so pay attention to the rules
in sexy gear, draws down and no shoes

That's why we keep it live, 'cuz we keep alive
For alcohol is full of, full of surprise
how we're gonna ball, walk before we crawl
This here, this here, is that party

out
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Get your
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Get boys
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Hit the
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out
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Get girls
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Get boys
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Hit the
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the noise
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Roughest, toughest, fastest, one of the
Rappin' asses, tickin' on a classic
Layin' in traffic, gears in the automatic
Tryin' to get past this old couple in a

my horn at 'em, flickin' on my hazards
G. me, on his cell phone laughin'
Thinkin' his chick hang out the sunroof
I done went in the grass, to kill a rabbit

Swerve back into traffic, blastin'
on the brakes, ya old bastard
Tim zig-zaggin', hell, he in the
And girls sittin' on the trunk, droppin' wine

Wind blowin' dresses up, off the panties
stripe thongs crammed in they fannies
Whoop, you be Ms. Barry, fine as you is
Tim, it over, let 'em ride in here

out
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Get your
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Get boys
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Hit the
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the noise
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out
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Get
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Get your
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Get your
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Hit the
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the noise
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Catch me in a and her name is Kim
Tryna tell you who I hit I ran out of Bim
food so dangerous that I'm crackin' my rim
Like why Taco Bell so damn slim

I'm out north too, no top on the
Big body, too, like I walked out the gym
Man, I'm speeding through, not just feeling the
Look, the needle to the gas is right at the end

Now, I'm needing to sin, lying
Pumpin' gas in the Benz no money to spend
And every kid walk in, cashier turning again
So it's a good thing lady walked in her twins

out
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Get your
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Get your
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Hit the
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Bring the
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out
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Get
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Get girls
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Get your
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Hit the
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Bring the
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All I do is listen to Eightball, the hoes on call
High in my gas tank and eat raw franks
Grill in my bed and serve two and siemen
And I'm on your daughter
on condom and Clairborne

Don't get it twisted, I'm toothed and two fisted
Both arms ready to roll,
I'm past beserk, I go to work
Tell the boss, "Go
me some sugars and hot sauce"

With an a of Diana Ross playing
And drunk off some
I passed out and up at noontime
Thought it was of dawn, but ass was in my face
Said draws was Versache, I thought she had Versace

out
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Get
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Get your
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Get your
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Hit the
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the noise
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out
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Get
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Get girls
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Get boys
(Roll)
Hit the
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the noise
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