Luyện nghe bài hát Do My

Turn that louder
It's the Roc in this motherfucker,
Oh yeah, bounce, uh uh,
Yeah, bounce, come 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 ladies run it fat asses and flat
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 in the air let 'em know you still thuggin'

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

Matter fact they don't make a car 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 I cop ain't missin' a top

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

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

Do my ladies run it fat and flat 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'
Throw a drink in the air let 'em know you still

Do my run this 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 don't
R O C, we stop
Uh Bleek, the understanding niggas
Get mind right, ha ha