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 y'all bounce, bounce, bounce,

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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 your
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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
Tryna tell you who I hit I ran out of Bim
Fast food so that I'm crackin' my rim
why Taco Bell drive-through so damn slim

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

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

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 boys
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Hit the
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the noise
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All I do is listen to Eightball, with the on call
High in my gas tank and eat raw franks
Grill in my bed and two steak and siemen
And I'm scheming on your
on condom and Clairborne

Don't get it twisted, I'm gold and two fisted
Both arms to roll, chrome-wristed
I'm being 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 moonshine
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 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 girls
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Get boys
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Hit the
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the noise
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