Luyện nghe bài hát Do My

Turn that louder
It's the Roc in this motherfucker,
Oh yeah, bounce, uh uh,
Yeah, yeah bounce, on
Oh come, on bounce, on

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

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

Yo I come through, few of my
Scoop you and friends
You, you, and you with the
In tight jeans, Chinese

Indian hair, Black ass
Let me pour you a of Belvi
Tell me all about your
Let me console your soul I palm your ass

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

It's a secret society, all we ask is trust but I freeze bitches
Just skeeze bitches break up homes
Just seize misses you'll get her back once you get a yacht
How you love that? How you love

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

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

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

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

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

And even if 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
a hand in the air if it's the year of the woman
Or my dogs run it, let 'em know that you're gunnin'
a drink in the air let 'em know you still thuggin'

Do my ladies run this

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

the R O C, we don't stop
R O C, we don't
R O C, we stop
Uh Memp Bleek, the niggas
Get your right, ha ha