Luyện nghe bài hát Do My

Turn motherfucker louder
It's the Roc in motherfucker, biotch
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 run this motherfucker?
Yeah, yeah, on

Do my ladies run it fat asses and 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 gunnin'
Throw a drink in the air let 'em know you thuggin'

Yo I come through, few of my
Scoop you and your
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 console your soul I palm your ass

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

It's a secret society, all we ask is trust but I don't freeze
skeeze bitches break up happy homes
Just seize you'll 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 thugs run this
Yeah, yeah, on

Do my run it fat asses and flat stomachs
a hand in the air if it's 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 you still thuggin'

Ay, yo woods rollin', rap you can't hold 'em
ROC gear matchin' crews Bleek is chillin', Murda is
What more can I We still killin' 'em
Bags we dealin' 'em, four wheels, we wheelin' them

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

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

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

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

Do my run this motherfucker?

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

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