Luyện nghe bài hát Do My

Turn motherfucker 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 this
Yeah, yeah, on

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

Yo I come through, few of my
Scoop you and your
You, you, and you the Timbs
In tight jeans, eyes

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

And your man did what? He give you?
He cheated with her, I diss duke
I tell you this though get this dude
I'll teach you about dough and show you this do

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

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

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

Ay, yo back rollin', rap you can't hold 'em
ROC gear matchin' crews Bleek is chillin', Murda is
more can I say? We still killin' 'em
Bags we still dealin' 'em, four wheels, we them

Chicks I'm feelin' him, yeah ma okay
Black jeans and Timberlands, give them rush
Ladies know the difference between them and us
We the and we don't stop
They don't a gun that we don't pop

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

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

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

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

Do my ladies run motherfucker?

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

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