Luyện nghe bài hát Do My

Turn that louder
the Roc in this motherfucker, biotch
Oh yeah, bounce, uh uh,
Yeah, yeah bounce, 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 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'
a drink in the air let 'em know you still thuggin'

Yo I through, few of my man's
you and your friends
You, you, and you the Timbs
In jeans, Chinese eyes

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

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

It's a secret society, all we ask is trust but I freeze bitches
Just bitches break up happy homes
Just misses you'll never get her back once you get a yacht
How you love that? How you 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 in the air if it's the year of the woman
Or my dogs run it, let 'em know that you're gunnin'
a drink in the air let 'em know you still thuggin'

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

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

Matter fact they don't make a car we don't drop
Thought you knew they don't jewels that we don't cop
What you knew? You actin' like the ROC hot
Or the car that I cop ain't 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 motherfucker?
Yeah, yeah, on
Or do my thugs run this
Yeah, yeah, yeah on

Do my ladies run it fat 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'
a drink in the air let 'em know you still thuggin'

Do my run this motherfucker?

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

It's the R O C, we stop
R O C, we stop
R O C, we stop
Uh Memp Bleek, the understanding
Get your right, ha ha