Luyện nghe bài hát Betty Rocker

You got to get ya cut get ya coke, baking
Mix it up, it then put it in a pot

Cook it up let it sit then it rock
It up bag it then put it on the

I'm a roach in a raid
I like new born babies in car seats
I'm to stay strapped
'Cause the country likes collard greens and grits
With fiends like Spike Lee they fa Nicks
'Cause they keep calling me. me the Ben-jamens
Scale of 1 to 10 might be 12 Eminem
What's all the fuss about ya mouf cut it out
Ya I hustle out make mo green than brussel sprouts
Ya mad ?Al Capone came by?
in a cold new and took y'all paper
a bar b que I'm a bark at you
And red shirt ya a football playa
You don' dope like me
I's the bus with coke way before Tyrese
Cops, sick of me Feds, wanna get rid of me
'Cause I'm servin' heavy! Diddly Diddly Dee

Cook it up let it sit it rock chop
It up bag it put on the block

Cook it up let it sit till it rock
It up bag it then put on the