Luyện nghe bài hát All I Need

the Roc! Wooo!
My is right (check)
My is low (check)
My Rocawear is fittin'

it
I guess I got my back
Mama, said I killed a man
Well I guess I got the dagger
It's the Roc we are BACK!
In the
Jiggaman, B. Sieg to (what up fam?)
and Sparks and Freeweezy (holla!)
Mickey, Melanie, and Neef, hey!
All I is the love of my crew
The whole industry can hate me I thugged my way
And all..I..need is a chick that a jammy
Like Meth and Mary, Marvin and Tammi
Now understands we can't be
From blowin' Swisher Sweets outta candy
we underground kings, ridin' dirty
A nigga focused since I said hi to 30 (what up?)
Young niggas ya'll hurt me
watch and observe me
And learn how to earn better, I cheddar
I set fire to your
I blow smoke in your face, rubber off the rim tires
Yes I-ah...Jay
Double G-A livewire nigga holla

All I
(check)
Nike (check)
Mean (uh huh)
Armadale in the couple o' duckets (yeah)
Couple chicks by my side, ride
All I
new coupe (got that)
A and a pocket full o' loot (got those)
A day some chicks that wanna play
And be on my way

now
All I need in world o' sin
Is me and my girlfriend! (ha ha)
I got a two-two I call 'er Peggy Sue
When I'm off in the club she fit right in my (wooo!)
switch her to my waist, just in case (uh huh)
A wan' flip gotta reach for my bitch
Wanna act out a movie I could you a clip (buk!)
But no nigga stick to the script
Now all I need is a lawyer
Cuz it's ways nowadays everybody saw you
And they to court too, I thought you knew
Can't even on a nigga muhfuckas'll sue
In this and age, what's a real muhfucka to do
When I'm surrounded by squeal like you
But real niggas don't fret cause the one crew?
R to the O to the C comin'

All I
(check)
Nike (check)
bucket (uh huh)
Armadale in the club o' duckets (yeah)
chicks by my side, let's ride
All I
That new (got that)
A and a pocket full o' loot (got those)
A sunny day some chicks that play
And be on my way

The too long, my team too strong
Bleek is too hot, is gone
niggas in the crosshair, the beams is on (see ya'll)
Ya'll block deserted, ya'll fiends are gone (bye bye!)
The Roc is jumpin', we reached our zenith
Got fiends throwin' up on themself like Beamen [giggle]
Any given Sunday optional
However niggas want it like Soul II (however do you waaaaant it)
Whoever got hops get blocked go to the
Dikembe of this rap shit
Plus the jab is sick, and Zab quick
Left hand'll lean 'em like a past six
Now run along wit'cha little ass
Read my rap sheet nigga, THREE
ya bumba' got A-Rod numbers
All you muddaskunks get in the trunk
When I blast the pump, I leave you
In the hospital lookin' at MASH for
Then I dumps dough on the D.A.
And flee scot free and on the steps
got no respect
No law or governin' why you wit' him?
Matta'fact, why you fuckin' wit'
All ya'll is the R-O-C baby

All I
(check)
Nike (check)
Mean (uh huh)
in the club couple o' duckets (yeah)
Couple chicks by my side, let's
All I
That new (got that)
A doo-rag and a pocket full o' (got those)
A sunny day chicks that wanna play
And be on my way, listen