Luyện nghe bài hát Roll Out

Hey y'all, can do something for me?
Can y'all bounce, can bounce, what?
Hey y'all, can do something for me?
Can y'all bounce, bounce, bounce,

Hey y'all, can y'all do for me?
Can bounce, can y'all bounce, what?
Hey y'all, can y'all do for me?
Ficky, ficky, ficky, ficky,

I be creepin' in backyards, dippin' in alley
My brother in the 360, I'm in a
We ride high, sittin' on low pros
Petey in the back of us, his range rov

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

That's why we keep it live, 'cuz we keep alive
For that alcohol is full of, of surprise
That's how we're gonna ball, before we crawl
This here, 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, 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 chick hang out the sunroof
I went 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 be Ms. Barry, fine as you is
Tim, it over, let 'em ride in here

out
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Hit the
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out
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Catch me in a and her name is Kim
Tryna you who I hit 'cuz I ran out of Bim
Fast so dangerous that I'm crackin' my rim
Like why Taco Bell drive-through so damn

I'm out too, no top on the Benz
Big body, too, like I walked out the gym
Man, I'm speeding through, not just the wind
Look, the to the gas tank is right at the end

Now, I'm needing to sin, again
Pumpin' gas in the with no money to spend
And kid that walk in, cashier turning again
So a good thing that lady walked in her twins

out
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Hit the
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out
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Get your
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Hit the
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All I do is to Eightball, with the hoes on call
dank in my gas tank and eat raw franks
Grill in my bed and serve two steak and
And I'm on your daughter
on condom and Clairborne

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

With an a of Diana Ross playing
And drunk off moonshine
I passed out and up at noontime
Thought it was of dawn, but ass was in my face
Said them draws was Versache, I she had Versace

out
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Get your
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Get boys
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Hit the
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the noise
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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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Bring the
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