Luyện nghe bài hát Excuse Me Miss Again (Remix)

WHOO!

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

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

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

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

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

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

Still smokin la-la-la
Memph' Bleek smokin that la-la-la
Beanie Sigel, 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, hang with me,
Hold up, skip all the singin' let's get right mami

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

If she pass me, smoke that
Memphis Bleek smokin that 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 singin' let's get tonight, mami