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 sell our rocks

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

I'm from the [Incomprehensible] too
Come fuckin' around wit me, ain't no tellin' what do
Put my foot so far up yo' ass I'd probably my shoe
That nigga chokin', motherfucker up blood

Well fuck the Heimlich
You don't that drama to come to you
Yo' to come do you
'Cuz hot iron run ya through ya

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

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

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

You gotta ask who's hot? 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 that's wildin' the
That's the one I'ma bust, he still trippin' that
give him two 'cuz he don't think one was enough

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

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