Luyện nghe bài hát Roll Roll

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

no block too hot
Me and my niggas 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 nigga from to dark
Now if you tweakin', boy you better be
But if you beefin', nigga you to be sleepin'

Me and my dogs, we don't with you cats
Go to the pen, don't fuck no rats
See this shit is real, I with one eye open
See in the ghetto, niggas gotta be pistol

A thousand grams that's what I'm workin' with
Come on the D, you know what you twerkin' wit
It's murder, 187, I the third ward
We mac 11's 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 and fifteenth you don't have my money
Me and my boys we gon' bring heat, ya heard me

I say, roll, roll, roll 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 get my hands dirty wit ya
Tellin' if we gon' get ya, chopper split ya
A soldier plottin' to rule the world with riches
Ask P to use this Hummer so I can fuck some

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

my dog believe you we can rule the world
He didn't listen, he'd rather his nose with furl
They found him dead in the project, 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 bring that heat, ya heard me

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

I'm from the chopper too
Come fuckin' wit me, ain't no tellin' what I'ma do
Put my so far up yo' ass I'd probably lose my shoe
That nigga chokin', motherfucker up blood

Well the Heimlich maneuver
You don't want that drama to to you
Yo' to come do you
'Cuz hot will run ya through ya

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

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

We'll these niggas, walk past these niggas
And on these bustas, just keep mashin' these niggas
And after we do it we'll 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 niggas out when I bust

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

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

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