Luyện nghe bài hát Roll Out

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

I be creepin' in backyards, dippin' in alley
My in the 360, I'm in a escalade
We piled ride high, sittin' on low
Petey in the back of us, with his rov

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

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

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Roughest, toughest, fastest, one of the
Rappin' asses, on a Timbaland classic
in traffic, shiftin' gears in the automatic
Tryin' to get past this old couple in a

Beepin' my at 'em, flickin' on my hazards
G. callin' me, on his cell phone
Thinkin' his hang out the sunroof flashin'
I went in the grass, like to kill a rabbit

back into traffic, radio blastin'
Slammed on the brakes, ya old
Tim zig-zaggin', hell, he in the
And girls sittin' on the trunk, wine glasses

blowin' dresses up, showin' off the panties
Polka-dot stripe thongs crammed in they
Whoop, you could be Ms. Barry, as you is
Tim, pull it over, let 'em ride in

out
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Get girls
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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 your
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Get your
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Hit the
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Bring the
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me in a chick and her name is Kim
Tryna tell you who I hit I ran out of Bim
Fast food so dangerous that I'm my rim
Like why Taco drive-through 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 feeling the wind
Look, the needle to the gas is right at the end

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

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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out
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Get
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Get girls
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Get boys
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Hit the
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Bring the
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All I do is to Eightball, with the hoes on call
High dank in my gas tank and eat raw
Grill in my bed and two steak and siemen
And I'm scheming on daughter
With on condom and

Don't get it twisted, I'm gold and two fisted
arms ready to roll, chrome-wristed
I'm past beserk, I go to work
the boss, "Go 'head
Give me some and hot sauce"

With an a track of Diana playing
And drunk off moonshine
I passed out and woke up at
it was crack 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 girls
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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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