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 asses and stomachs
Throw a hand in the air if the year of the woman
Or my dogs run it, let 'em know that you're 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 tight jeans, Chinese

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

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

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

Do my ladies run this
Yeah, yeah, on
Or do my run this 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 you're 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', is chillin'
What more can I say? We killin' 'em
Bags we dealin' 'em, four wheels, we wheelin' them

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

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

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

Do my run this 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 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 this
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 mind right, ha ha