Luyện nghe bài hát Do My

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

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

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

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

hair, Black girl ass
Let me you a glass of Belvi
Tell me all about past
Let me console your soul while I palm ass

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

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

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

Do my ladies run it fat asses and stomachs
Throw a in the air if it's the year of the woman
Or my dogs run it, let 'em know that you're still
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 say? We killin' 'em
Bags we still dealin' 'em, four wheels, we wheelin'

like I'm feelin' him, yeah ma okay
Black and Timberlands, give them adrenaline rush
Ladies know the between them niggas and us
We the and we don't stop
don't make a gun that we don't pop

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

And even if they don't 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 this
Yeah, yeah, yeah 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 that you're 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,
Come on, on

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