Luyện nghe bài hát Do My

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

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

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

Indian hair, Black ass
Let me you a glass of Belvi
me all about your 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 you about dough and show you what this do

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

Do my run this motherfucker?

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

It's the R O C, we stop
R O C, we stop
R O C, we stop
Uh Memp Bleek, the understanding
Get mind right, ha ha