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, in alley ways
My in the 360, I'm in a escalade
We piled ride high, on low pros
Petey in the back of us, with his rov

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

That's why we keep it live, 'cuz we keep ours
For alcohol is full of, full of surprise
That's how we're ball, walk before we crawl
here, this 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, gears in the automatic
Tryin' to get this old couple in a Maverick

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

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

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

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Catch me in a chick and her 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 Bell drive-through so slim

I'm out north too, no top on the
Big body, too, just like I 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, lying
Pumpin' gas in the Benz with no to spend
And every kid that walk in, turning again
So it's a thing that lady walked in her twins

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All I do is listen to Eightball, the hoes on call
High dank in my gas tank and eat raw
in my bed and serve two steak and siemen
And I'm scheming on daughter
on condom and Clairborne

Don't get it twisted, I'm toothed and two fisted
Both arms to roll, chrome-wristed
I'm past being beserk, I go to
the boss, "Go 'head
Give me sugars and hot sauce"

With an a track of Diana Ross
And drunk off some
I out and woke up at noontime
Thought it was crack of dawn, but ass was in my
them draws was Versache, I thought she had Versace

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Hit the
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the noise
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Hit the
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Bring the
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