Luyện nghe bài hát Do My

Turn that motherfucker
It's the Roc in this motherfucker,
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 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 know you still

Yo I come through, few of my
Scoop you and friends
You, you, and you the Timbs
In jeans, Chinese eyes

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

And man did what? He ain't give you?
He with her, I can't diss duke
I tell you though get with this 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 break up happy homes
Just seize you'll never get her back once you get a yacht
How you that? How you love that?

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

Do my ladies run it fat asses and flat
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 drink in the air let 'em you still thuggin'

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

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

fact they don't make a car that we don't drop
Thought you knew don't make jewels that we don't cop
you knew? You actin' like the ROC ain't hot
Or the car that I cop 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 this
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 run it, let 'em know that you're still gunnin'
Throw a drink in the air let 'em know you still

Do my ladies run this

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

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