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 smoke like la-la-la (HOO)
the R.O.C. mami, sing 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 my English ain't as modest as you like
But come, get some, you bums
I take the cake from under the thumbs
I bake the cake, get two of for one
Then I the weight like I'm Oprah's son
Uh, I'll show you how to do son
Young don't mess with in Burberry paddings
Fake boots straight from Steve 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
Have you in your life
ever seen a watch surrounded by this pink ice?
Look but don't touch, motherfucker think
'Cause the gat I clutch got a little red light
a light?

To that la-la-la
Sigel 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 come, hang with me, basically
Hold up, skip all the let's get right tonight mami

We got brothers full of Arm'i, mami's in
by Chanel, all Louis Vuitton logos
All attracted to Hov' they know dough
When they see him, whips be
If you're a ten, chances with him
If you're a five, you know you ridin' with
Sick with the pen nigga, no in the world could fix him
No prescription, you could prescribe to subside, his
He's not a sane man, he's more like reign man -
You can't rain dance on his
No Haitian voodoo, no chickens can dead 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 like a Houston Rocket, Yao Ming!

Still smokin la-la-la
Memph' Bleek still smokin that
Beanie Sigel, Eagle, the four-ty five
the R.O.C. baby, sing 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 Kanye West]
She playin she when I'm name droppin
So when I talk rap, she gon' topics
But I got a plan B that's planned out, for when don't pan out
Hov' tellin ya brother, I'ma play shy brother
So you take the Destiny Child girl in the
I'ma try bag the ones that got kicked out the group
I figured that'll be simple, I'll help 'em with their demo
'em to the limo, play the upboard instrumentals
And she - grabbed my tattoo, peeped my
And she - grabbed my pants, felt the
And I - rubbed 'bout essential
That have fun breakin her
me miss, the artist of the new millenium
Has finally stopped drivin that Millenium
And got a good of trenny and filled it with plenty of
and Remi and weed, 'til she than Hilliam

If she pass me, smoke that
Bleek always smokin that la-la-la
Beanie Sigel, Desert Eagle, the four-ty
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' get right tonight, mami