Luyện nghe bài hát Excuse Me Miss Again (Remix)

WHOO!

Memph' Bleek always smokin la-la-la (HOO)
Beanie Sigel smokin that la-la-la (HOO)
track smoke like la-la-la (HOO)
It's the R.O.C. mami, our lullaby
C'mon!

Excuse me miss, I'm the
You should come, hang me, basically
up, skip all the singin' let's get right tonight mami

I know my English ain't as modest as you
But come, get some, you bums
I take the cake from under the thumbs
I the cake, get two of them for one
Then I the weight like I'm Oprah's son
Uh, show you how to do this son
Young don't mess with in Burberry paddings
Fake Manolo boots straight from Madden (u-uh)
He hisself the rap J.F.K., you wanna pass for my Jaqueline Onassis
Then, hop ya ass out that
Lay back in that Maybach, the best grass, I ask
you in your long-legged life
ever seen a watch surrounded by much pink ice?
but don't touch, motherfucker think twice
'Cause the gat I clutch got a little red light
a light?

To smoke la-la-la
Beanie always smoking that la-la-la
Memph' Bleek smoking that la-la-la
the R.O.C. mami, sing our lullaby
C'mon!

Excuse me miss, I'm the
You should come, hang me, basically
Hold up, skip all the singin' let's get tonight mami

We got brothers of Arm'i, mami's in Manolo
Bags by Chanel, all Louis logos
All attracted to Hov' they know dough
When they see him, be European
If you're a ten, chances with him
If a five, you know you ridin' with them
Sick with the pen nigga, no in the world could fix him
No prescription, you could to subside, his affliction
He's not a sane man, he's more like reign man -
You can't rain dance on his
No voodoo, no headless chickens can dead his sickness
No Ouija board, you see me dog, nigga you CB-4
This ain't Rock bitch, it's the R.O.C. bitch
And I'm the like a Houston Rocket, Yao Ming!

Still smokin that
Memph' Bleek smokin that la-la-la
Sigel, Desert Eagle, the four-ty five
It's the R.O.C. baby, sing our
C'mon!

Excuse me miss, I'm the
You should come, with me, basically
Hold up, skip all the let's get right tonight mami

[Verse Kanye West]
She she hate when I'm name droppin
So when I talk rap, she gon' change
But I got a plan B that's planned out, for things don't pan out
Hov' tellin ya mind brother, I'ma play shy
So you take the Destiny Child girl in the
I'ma try bag the ones that got kicked out the group
I figured that'll be simple, I'll just help 'em their demo
'em to the limo, play the upboard instrumentals
And she - grabbed my tattoo, peeped my
And she - grabbed my pants, felt the
And I - rubbed every essential
That fun breakin her fundamentals
Excuse me miss, the of the new millenium
Has finally stopped that blue Millenium
And got a good of trenny and filled it plenty of Henney
and and weed, 'til she higher than Hilliam

If she pass me, smoke that
Memphis Bleek always smokin la-la-la
Beanie Sigel, Eagle, the four-ty five
It's the R.O.C. bitch, our lullaby
C'mon!

Excuse me miss, I'm the
You come, hang with me, basically
WHOA, skip all the let's get right tonight, mami