Luyện nghe bài hát Roll Roll

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

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

Every bag of that raw we in the park
From dusk to dawn nigga from to dark
Now if you tweakin', boy you better be
But if you beefin', you 'bout to be sleepin'

Me and my dogs, we don't with you cats
Go to the pen, don't fuck with no
See this shit is real, I sleep one eye open
See in the ghetto, niggas gotta be pistol

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

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

I say, roll, roll, your dough 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

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

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

Told my dog you we can rule the world
He didn't listen, he'd rather stuff his nose furl
They found him dead in the project, on the ground
When you a fiend, that's the way the game go

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

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

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

fuck the Heimlich maneuver
You want that drama to come to you
Yo' mama to do you
'Cuz hot iron will run ya ya

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

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

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

You ain't gotta ask hot? Who's on top?
I gotta to ask y'all for real, Tru or not
If I got two guns, I'm sure one bust
If I got two niggas wildin' out I bust

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

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

Roll, roll, roll your 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