Luyện nghe bài hát Cold Rock A Party (milk Remix)

To the L, to the Y and the T to the E
So get ready, 'cause I everybody to say this with me
the house, rock the house, rock the house

Now I cold rock a party in a B-girl
I on the floor make the fellas wanna dance
I be the and it's all good and if you understood

Would you stop and trying to look hard
I get my bodyguard, you get that scarred, I'm a veteran
Which means I've been in the game too long
Since the days of Paper Thin way back when I've been it

Down ask your homies who's the baddest bitch on side of
The M I C, I go for broke, never giving it less than the
Lots of years in the at your request, you like the rhyme
if you dare, I get the paper so I don't care, fly that's me

The epitome of what a real MC is supposed to be, you up
Every time that I drop, fuck a bullet baby, I done your spot
I the best and I ride it well and if you take a look
lt ain't hard to tell I

Now I rock a party in a B-girl stance
I rock on the make the fellas wanna dance
I be the shit and all good and if you understood

Back off me and let my skin breathe, is everlasting
hard to believe I shall prevail 'cause I'm next to none
'Cause I'm claiming no set, don't to get down
Just Brooklyn is where I'm from but I'm in Studio City

For the fun, if you don't understand say you don't, nah
And don't wait for me to explain 'cause I
You see in my nature to be the best, west to east
See to west, ready or not I have arrived and I'm live

Showing an MC how to survive it's crazy how I
Get you with my tactics, I got many witnesses
That can back this ruff from New York to L.A.
Been down me since Poor George

It's '96 it's all about show and prove and I'm to
the ill type moves, I guide the best and ride it well
And if you take a look it ain't hard to tell I

Now I cold rock a in a B-girl stance
I rock on the make the fellas wanna dance
I be the shit and it's all good and if you

Get out my shit, please let me be, I see why, you KGB
Why you gotta be all up on me like that, to get over
Like a fat rat but I understand I'm a in the land of hip-hop
And the don't stop, it goes on, on, on, on

You see the shit don't stop till the break of
And now who makes it liver than a hip-hop, diver, chillin with
A pina colada, kidada hooked me up with Tommy now I
Lot of gear from everywhere I'd like to share, yeah right

But I'd rather do Kani, don't ask why! 5001, my son gets shit
All on the catwalk, they've ever done for you
You betta get down with your real crew, 'cause I the beat
And I ride it well and if you take a look it hard to tell that I

Now I cold rock a party in a B-girl
I rock on the floor make the fellas wanna
I be the shit and it's all and if you understood

To the L, to the Y, and the T, to the E
the house and rock the house