Luyện nghe bài hát Roll Out

Hey y'all, can y'all do for me?
Can y'all bounce, can bounce, what?
Hey y'all, can y'all do for me?
Can y'all 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 brother in the 360, I'm in a
We piled ride high, sittin' on low
Petey in the back of us, his range rov

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

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

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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 boys
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Hit the
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Bring the
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Roughest, toughest, fastest, one of the
Rappin' asses, tickin' on a classic
Layin' in traffic, shiftin' gears in the
to get past this old couple in a Maverick

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

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

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 girls
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Get boys
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Hit the
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the noise
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Catch me in a chick and her is Kim
Tryna you who I hit 'cuz I ran out of Bim
Fast food so dangerous that I'm my rim
Like why Taco Bell so damn slim

I'm out too, no top on the Benz
Big body, too, just I walked out the gym
Man, I'm speeding through, not just feeling the
Look, the needle to the gas 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, turning again
So it's a thing that lady walked in her twins

out
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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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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 on call
High in my gas tank and eat raw franks
Grill in my bed and serve two and siemen
And I'm on your daughter
With on and Clairborne

Don't get it twisted, I'm gold and two fisted
Both arms ready to roll,
I'm past 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 some
I passed out and woke up at
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
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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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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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