Luyện nghe bài hát Roll Out

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

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

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

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

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

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

Beepin' my horn at 'em, flickin' on my
G. callin' me, on his cell laughin'
his chick hang out the sunroof flashin'
I done went in the grass, like to kill a

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

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

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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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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Catch me in a and her name is Kim
tell you who I hit 'cuz I ran out of Bim
Fast food so that I'm crackin' my rim
Like why Taco Bell drive-through so slim

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

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

out
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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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out
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Get
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Get your
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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 listen to Eightball, with the hoes on
High dank in my gas tank and eat raw
Grill in my bed and serve two and siemen
And I'm scheming on your
With on and Clairborne

Don't get it twisted, I'm gold toothed and two
arms ready to roll, chrome-wristed
I'm being beserk, I go to work
Tell the boss, "Go
Give me sugars and hot sauce"

an a track of Diana Ross playing
And off some moonshine
I out and woke up at noontime
Thought it was of dawn, but ass was in my face
Said them draws was Versache, I thought she had

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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out
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Get
(Roll)
Get girls
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Get your
(Roll)
Hit the
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Bring the
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