Luyện nghe bài hát Roll Roll

Ain't no too hot
Me and my niggas 'bout to up shop
Hot boy nigga grab the
So me and my niggas we could sell our

no block too hot
Me and my niggas 'bout to up shop
Hot boy grab the glock
So me and my niggas we could our rocks

Every bag of raw we hustle in the park
From dusk to dawn from dawn 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 fuck you cats
Go to the pen, don't fuck no rats
See shit is real, I sleep with one eye open
See in the ghetto, niggas gotta be totin'

A fuckin' grams that's what I'm workin' with
Come short on the D, you know you twerkin' wit
It's murder, 187, I represent the third
We tote mac 11's if I die, write my in the sky
My niggas bust yo' ass y'all know why

I say, roll, roll, roll dough up and down the street
On the first and fifteenth you have my money
Me and my we gon' bring that heat, ya heard me

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

It's a problem, I ain't get my dirty wit ya
Tellin' if we gon' come get ya, split ya
A young soldier plottin' to rule the with riches
Ask P to use this so I can fuck some bitches

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

my dog believe you we can rule the world
He listen, he'd rather stuff his nose with furl
They found him dead in the project, brains on the
When you a fiend, the way the game go down

I say, roll, roll, roll dough up and down the street
On the first and fifteenth you have my money
Me and my we gon' bring that heat, ya heard me

Roll, roll, roll dough 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

I'm from the [Incomprehensible] too
Come fuckin' around wit me, no tellin' what I'ma do
Put my foot so far up yo' ass I'd lose my shoe
That nigga chokin', coughin' up blood

Well fuck the Heimlich
You don't want that drama to to you
Yo' mama to do you
hot iron will run ya through ya

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

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

blast these niggas, walk past these niggas
And ride on these bustas, just keep these niggas
And after we do it we'll toss the tec and
Plus I not else but to fuckin' floss the set

You ain't gotta ask who's Who's on top?
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 wildin' out I bust

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

I say, roll, roll, roll your up and down the street
On the first and fifteenth you have my money
Me and my boys we gon' bring that heat, ya me

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