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 y'all do for me?
Can y'all bounce, bounce, bounce,

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?
Ficky, ficky, ficky, ficky,

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

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

why we keep it live, 'cuz we keep ours alive
For alcohol is full of, full of surprise
That's how we're gonna ball, walk we crawl
here, this here, is that party y'all

out
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Get boys
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Hit the
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out
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Get girls
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Get boys
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Hit the
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the noise
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Roughest, toughest, fastest, one of the
asses, tickin' on a Timbaland classic
Layin' in traffic, shiftin' gears in the
Tryin' to get past old couple in a Maverick

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

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

blowin' dresses up, showin' off the panties
Polka-dot stripe crammed in they fannies
Whoop, you could be Ms. Barry, as you is
Tim, pull it over, let 'em ride in

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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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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Catch me in a chick and her is Kim
Tryna you who I hit 'cuz I ran out of Bim
food so dangerous that I'm crackin' my rim
Like why Taco Bell so damn slim

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

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

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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out
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Get
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Get girls
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Get your
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Hit the
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Bring 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 two steak and siemen
And I'm scheming on your
With on condom and

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

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

out
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Get
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Get girls
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Get your
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Hit the
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the noise
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out
(Roll)
Get
(Roll)
Get girls
(Roll)
Get your
(Roll)
Hit the
(Roll)
the noise
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