Luyện nghe bài hát Do My

Turn that 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 and flat stomachs
a hand in the air if it's 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 through, few of my man's
Scoop you and your
You, you, and you with the
In tight jeans, Chinese

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

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

a secret society, all we ask is trust but I don't freeze bitches
Just skeeze break up happy homes
Just seize misses you'll get her back once you get a yacht
How you love 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 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 back woods rollin', rap you hold 'em
ROC gear matchin' crews is chillin', Murda is chillin'
What more can I We still killin' 'em
Bags we still dealin' 'em, four wheels, we wheelin'

Chicks like I'm 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 that we pop

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

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

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

Do my ladies run it fat and flat stomachs
a hand 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 still

Do my ladies run motherfucker?

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

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