Luyện nghe bài hát Excuse Me Miss Again (Remix)

WHOO!

Memph' Bleek always smokin that (HOO)
Sigel always smokin that la-la-la (HOO)
Kanye track smoke like (HOO)
the R.O.C. mami, sing 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 ain't as modest as you
But come, get some, you little
I take the cake 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, I'll you how to do this son
Young mess with chicks in Burberry paddings
Fake Manolo boots straight Steve Madden (u-uh)
He padded hisself the rap J.F.K., you wanna for my Jaqueline Onassis
Then, hop ya ass out S-class
Lay back in Maybach, roll the best grass, I ask
Have you in your life
ever seen a watch surrounded by much pink ice?
but don't touch, motherfucker think twice
'Cause the gat that I got a little red light
a light?

To smoke that
Beanie Sigel always smoking that
Memph' Bleek always smoking that
It's the R.O.C. mami, sing our
C'mon!

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

We got full of Arm'i, mami's in Manolo
Bags by Chanel, all Louis logos
All attracted to Hov' because know dough
When they see him, be European
If a ten, chances you're with him
If you're a five, you know you ridin' with
with the pen nigga, no physician in the world could fix him
No prescription, you prescribe to subside, his affliction
not a sane man, he's more like reign man - twitchin'
You rain dance 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 Rock 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
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, hang with me,
Hold up, skip all the singin' let's get right mami

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

If she pass me, smoke that
Memphis Bleek always smokin la-la-la
Beanie Sigel, Desert Eagle, the five
the R.O.C. bitch, sing 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