Luyện nghe bài hát Do My

Turn motherfucker louder
the Roc in this 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 run this motherfucker?
Yeah, yeah, on

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

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

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

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

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

Do my ladies run motherfucker?
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 run it, let 'em know that you're still gunnin'
Throw a drink in the air let 'em know you still

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

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

Matter fact don't make a car that we don't drop
Thought you knew they don't make 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 even if they don't make drops kind
I tear da roof off like I'm Rhymes motherfucker

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

Do my ladies run it fat asses and flat
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'

Do my run this motherfucker?

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

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