Luyện nghe bài hát Do My

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

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

Yo I through, few of my man's
you and your 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 your soul while I your ass

And your man did 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 this do

It's a secret society, all we ask is trust but I don't bitches
Just skeeze bitches break up happy
Just seize you'll never get her back once you get a yacht
How you that? 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 asses and stomachs
Throw a hand in the air if it's the of the woman
Or my dogs run it, let 'em that you're still gunnin'
Throw a drink in the air let 'em know you thuggin'

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

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

Matter fact they make a car that we don't 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 I'm Busta Rhymes motherfucker

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

Do my ladies run it fat asses and flat
Throw a hand in the air if 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'

Do my run this motherfucker?

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

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