Luyện nghe bài hát Excuse Me Miss Again (Remix)

WHOO!

Memph' Bleek always smokin 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 come, hang with me, basically
Hold up, skip all the singin' let's get right tonight

I know my English as modest as you like
But come, get some, you bums
I take the cake from the baker's thumbs
I bake the cake, get two of for one
Then I move the weight I'm Oprah's son
Uh, I'll show you how to do son
Young don't with chicks in Burberry paddings
Fake Manolo boots straight from 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 in that Maybach, roll the best grass, I ask
Have you in long-legged life
ever seen a surrounded by this much pink ice?
but don't touch, motherfucker think twice
'Cause the gat that I got a little red light
Need a

To smoke that
Beanie Sigel smoking that la-la-la
Memph' always smoking that la-la-la
the R.O.C. mami, sing our lullaby
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 brothers full of Arm'i, mami's in
Bags by Chanel, all Vuitton 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
Sick with the pen nigga, no physician in the could fix him
No prescription, you could prescribe to subside, his
He's not a sane man, he's more like man - twitchin'
You can't dance on his picnic
No Haitian voodoo, no headless chickens can dead his
No Ouija board, you can't see me dog, nigga you
ain't Chris Rock bitch, it's the R.O.C. bitch
And I'm the like a Houston Rocket, Yao Ming!

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

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

Three: Kanye West]
She playin she hate when I'm droppin
So I talk rap, she gon' change topics
But I got a plan B that's planned out, for when don't pan out
tellin ya mind brother, I'ma 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 figured be simple, I'll just help 'em with their demo
'em to the limo, play the upboard instrumentals
And she - my tattoo, peeped my credentials
And she - my pants, felt the potential
And I - rubbed every essential
That have fun her fundamentals
Excuse me miss, the artist of the new
Has finally stopped drivin that Millenium
And got a good of trenny and it with plenty of Henney
and and weed, 'til she higher than Hilliam

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

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