Luyện nghe bài hát Do My

Turn that 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 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 know you're still gunnin'
a drink 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

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

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

It's a secret society, all we ask is trust but I freeze bitches
Just skeeze break up happy homes
Just 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 this
Yeah, yeah, on

Do my run it fat asses and flat stomachs
Throw a 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 woods rollin', rap you hold 'em
ROC gear matchin' Bleek is chillin', Murda is chillin'
What more can I We still killin' 'em
Bags we still dealin' 'em, four wheels, we wheelin'

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

Matter fact they don't make a car that we don't
Thought you knew they don't make jewels that we cop
What you knew? You 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 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 still gunnin'
Throw a drink in the air let 'em know you still

Do my ladies run 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 stop
R O C, we don't
Uh Memp Bleek, the niggas
Get your right, ha ha