Luyện nghe bài hát All I Need

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

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

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

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

All I
(check)
Nike (check)
bucket (uh huh)
Armadale in the club couple o' (yeah)
chicks by my side, let's ride
All I
That new (got that)
A doo-rag and a pocket full o' (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
Ya'll niggas in the crosshair, the is on (see ya'll)
Ya'll whole deserted, ya'll fiends are gone (bye bye!)
The Roc is jumpin', we reached our zenith
Got throwin' up on themself like Willy Beamen [giggle]
Any given gunplay's optional
However niggas want it Soul II Soul (however do you waaaaant it)
Whoever got get blocked go to the hole
Dikembe Mutumbo of this rap
the jab is sick, and it's Zab quick
Left hand'll lean 'em like a little six
Now run wit'cha little ass hits
my rap sheet nigga, THREE CLASSICS
Shut ya got A-Rod numbers
All you muddaskunks get buried in the
When I blast the pump, I you relaxed
In the hospital lookin' at MASH for
Then I dumps on the D.A. desk
And scot free and pee-pee on the steps
We've got no
No law or governin' why you wit' him?
Matta'fact, why you fuckin' wit'
All ya'll need is the R-O-C

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