Luyện nghe bài hát Do My

Turn that 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 thugs run this
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 that you're still gunnin'
a drink in the air let 'em know you still thuggin'

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

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

And your man did what? He ain't you?
He cheated with her, I diss duke
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 bitches break up happy
Just misses you'll never get her back once you get a yacht
How you love How you love that?

Do my ladies run 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 it's the of the woman
Or my dogs run it, let 'em that you're still gunnin'
a drink in the air let 'em know you still thuggin'

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 still 'em
Bags we still 'em, four wheels, we wheelin' them

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

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

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

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 that you're still
a drink in the air let 'em know you still thuggin'

Do my ladies run motherfucker?

Or do my thugs run this
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 niggas
Get your right, ha ha