Luyện nghe bài hát Do My

Turn motherfucker louder
the Roc in this motherfucker, biotch
Oh yeah, bounce, uh uh,
Yeah, bounce, come on
Oh come, on bounce, on

Do my ladies run motherfucker?
Yeah, yeah, on
Or do my thugs run this
Yeah, yeah, on

Do my ladies run it fat asses and stomachs
Throw a hand in the air if the year of the woman
Or my dogs run it, let 'em know that you're still
Throw a in the air let 'em know you still thuggin'

Yo I through, few of my man's
Scoop you and friends
You, you, and you the Timbs
In tight jeans, eyes

hair, Black girl ass
Let me pour you a glass of
Tell me all your past
Let me console soul while I palm your ass

And man did what? He ain't give you?
He cheated her, I can't diss duke
I tell you this get with this dude
I'll teach you about dough and show you what do

It's a secret society, all we ask is trust but I don't bitches
skeeze bitches break up happy homes
Just seize you'll never get her back once you get a yacht
How you love How you love that?

Do my run this motherfucker?
Yeah, yeah, on
Or do my thugs run this
Yeah, yeah, on

Do my ladies run it fat and flat stomachs
Throw a hand in the air if the year of the woman
Or my dogs run it, let 'em know you're still gunnin'
Throw a in the air let 'em know you still thuggin'

Ay, yo back woods rollin', rap you hold 'em
ROC gear matchin' crews is chillin', Murda is chillin'
What more can I say? We still 'em
Bags we still dealin' 'em, four wheels, we wheelin'

Chicks I'm feelin' him, yeah ma okay
Black jeans and Timberlands, give adrenaline rush
Ladies the difference between them niggas and us
We the R-O-C and we stop
They don't make a gun we don't pop

Matter fact they don't make a car that we drop
Thought you knew don't make jewels that we don't cop
you knew? You actin' like the ROC ain't hot
Or the car I cop ain't missin' a top

And if they don't make drops that kind
I tear da roof off like I'm Busta motherfucker

Do my run this motherfucker?
Yeah, yeah, on
Or do my run this motherfucker?
Yeah, yeah, come on

Do my run it fat asses and flat stomachs
Throw a in the air if it's the year of the woman
Or my dogs run it, let 'em that you're still gunnin'
a drink in the air let 'em know you still thuggin'

Do my ladies run this

Or do my run this motherfucker?
Uh-huh, okay,
Come on, on

It's the R O C, we stop
R O C, we stop
R O C, we don't
Uh Memp Bleek, the understanding
Get mind right, ha ha