Luyện nghe bài hát Excuse Me Miss Again (Remix)

WHOO!

Memph' Bleek smokin that la-la-la (HOO)
Beanie Sigel always smokin la-la-la (HOO)
Kanye track 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
Hold up, skip all the singin' get right tonight mami

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

To that la-la-la
Beanie Sigel smoking that la-la-la
Memph' Bleek smoking that la-la-la
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 tonight

We got brothers of Arm'i, mami's in Manolo
by Chanel, all Louis Vuitton logos
All attracted to Hov' they know dough
When they see him, be European
If you're a ten, chances you're him
If you're a five, you you ridin' with them
with the pen nigga, no physician in the world could fix him
No prescription, you could prescribe to subside, his
He's not a sane man, 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, nigga you
This ain't Chris Rock bitch, the R.O.C. bitch
And I'm the franchise a Houston Rocket, Yao Ming!

Still smokin la-la-la
Memph' still smokin that la-la-la
Sigel, Desert Eagle, the four-ty five
It's the R.O.C. baby, 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 right mami

[Verse Three: Kanye
She playin she hate when I'm name
So when I rap, she gon' change topics
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 girl in the Coupe?
Then I'ma try bag the ones 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 - my pants, felt the potential
And I - rubbed 'bout essential
That have fun her fundamentals
me miss, the artist of the new millenium
Has finally drivin that blue Millenium
And got a of trenny and filled it with plenty of Henney
and Remi and weed, 'til she than Hilliam

If she pass me, smoke that
Memphis Bleek always smokin la-la-la
Beanie Sigel, Desert Eagle, the 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