Luyện nghe bài hát Excuse Me Miss Again (Remix)

WHOO!

Memph' Bleek smokin that 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
Hold up, skip all the singin' let's get right tonight

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

To smoke la-la-la
Beanie Sigel always smoking that
Memph' Bleek smoking that la-la-la
It's the R.O.C. mami, sing our
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 Vuitton 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 physician in the could fix him
No prescription, you could prescribe to subside, his
He's not a man, he's more like reign man - twitchin'
You can't rain dance on his
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 bitch, it's the R.O.C. bitch
And I'm the franchise a Houston Rocket, Yao Ming!

Still smokin la-la-la
Memph' Bleek smokin that la-la-la
Beanie Sigel, Desert Eagle, the 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 singin' get right tonight mami

[Verse Three: Kanye
She playin she hate when I'm name
So when I talk rap, she gon' topics
But I got a plan B that's planned out, for things don't pan out
Hov' ya mind brother, I'ma play shy brother
So you take the Destiny Child in the Coupe?
Then I'ma try bag the ones that got kicked out the
I figured that'll be simple, I'll just help 'em with their
Help 'em to the limo, play the upboard
And she - my tattoo, peeped my credentials
And she - my pants, felt the potential
And I - rubbed 'bout every
That fun breakin her fundamentals
Excuse me miss, the artist of the new
Has stopped drivin that blue Millenium
And got a good of and filled it with plenty of Henney
and Remi and weed, 'til she higher Hilliam

If she pass me, smoke that
Memphis Bleek always smokin that
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 should come, hang me, basically
WHOA, skip all the singin' let's get tonight, mami