Luyện nghe bài hát Roll Roll

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

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

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 don't 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 gotta be totin'

A thousand fuckin' grams that's I'm workin' with
Come short on the D, you know 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 yo' ass y'all gon' know why

I say, 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

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

It's a problem, I get my hands dirty wit ya
Tellin' if we gon' 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 block all week, trying to dodge the
prayin' on my death before my album drops
My niggas wearin' wires, Feds 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 his nose with furl
They found him 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 down the
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 dough up and down the
On the first and fifteenth you have my money
Me and my boys we gon' bring heat, ya heard me

I'm from the chopper too
Come fuckin' around wit me, ain't no what I'ma do
Put my foot so far up yo' ass I'd lose my shoe
That chokin', motherfucker coughin' up blood

Well fuck the maneuver
You don't want that drama to to you
Yo' to come do you
hot iron will run ya through ya

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

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

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

You ain't ask who's 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 wildin' out when I bust

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

I say, roll, roll, roll your dough up and 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, 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