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 run this motherfucker?
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 the year of the woman
Or my dogs run it, let 'em know you're still gunnin'
Throw a drink in the air let 'em 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, Black ass
Let me you a glass of Belvi
Tell me all about your
Let me your soul while I palm your ass

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

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

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
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'
Throw a drink in the air let 'em know you thuggin'

Ay, yo back woods rollin', rap you hold 'em
ROC gear crews Bleek is chillin', Murda is chillin'
What more can I say? We still 'em
we still dealin' 'em, four wheels, we wheelin' them

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

Matter fact they don't make a car that we 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 ain't a top

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

Do my ladies run motherfucker?
Yeah, yeah, on
Or do my run this 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 dogs run it, let 'em know that you're gunnin'
Throw a in the air let 'em know you still thuggin'

Do my ladies run this

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

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