Luyện nghe bài hát Do My

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

Do my ladies run this
Yeah, yeah, on
Or do my thugs run this
Yeah, yeah, 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 run it, let 'em know that you're still gunnin'
Throw a in the air let 'em know you still thuggin'

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

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

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

It's a secret society, all we ask is trust but I freeze bitches
Just skeeze bitches up happy homes
Just seize misses you'll never get her back once you get a
How you love that? How you that?

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

Do my ladies run it fat asses and 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'

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

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

Matter fact they don't make a car that we don't
you knew they don't make jewels that we don't cop
What you 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 Rhymes motherfucker

Do my ladies run motherfucker?
Yeah, yeah, on
Or do my thugs run this
Yeah, yeah, come 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 you're still
Throw a drink in the air let 'em know you thuggin'

Do my ladies run motherfucker?

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

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