Luyện nghe bài hát Do My

Turn motherfucker louder
It's the Roc in this motherfucker,
Oh yeah, bounce, uh uh,
Yeah, bounce, come 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 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 that you're still
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 with the
In tight jeans, Chinese

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

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

It's a society, all we ask is trust 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 that? How you love that?

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

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

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

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

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

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

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 year of the
Or my dogs run it, let 'em know that you're gunnin'
Throw a drink in the air let 'em you still thuggin'

Do my ladies run this

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

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