Luyện nghe bài hát Excuse Me Miss Again (Remix)

WHOO!

Memph' Bleek smokin that la-la-la (HOO)
Beanie always smokin that la-la-la (HOO)
track smoke like la-la-la (HOO)
It's the R.O.C. mami, sing our
C'mon!

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

I my English ain't as modest as you like
But come, get some, you little
I take the cake from 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 show you how to do son
Young don't mess chicks in Burberry paddings
Manolo 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 that
Lay back in that Maybach, the best grass, I ask
Have you in your long-legged
ever seen a watch surrounded by this much ice?
Look but don't touch, motherfucker think
'Cause the gat that I got a little red light
a light?

To smoke la-la-la
Sigel always smoking that la-la-la
Memph' Bleek always that la-la-la
the R.O.C. mami, sing our lullaby
C'mon!

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

We got brothers full of Arm'i, in Manolo
by Chanel, all Louis Vuitton logos
All attracted to Hov' because know dough
When they see him, be European
If you're a ten, you're with him
If you're a five, you know you with them
Sick with the pen nigga, no physician in the world fix him
No prescription, you could to subside, his affliction
He's not a sane man, he's like reign man - twitchin'
You can't dance on his picnic
No voodoo, no headless chickens can dead his sickness
No board, you can't see me dog, nigga you CB-4
This ain't Rock bitch, it's the R.O.C. bitch
And I'm the like a Houston Rocket, Yao Ming!

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

[Verse Three: Kanye
She playin she hate when I'm name
So when I rap, she gon' change topics
But I got a plan B that's out, for when things don't pan out
Hov' ya mind brother, I'ma play shy brother
So you take the Destiny girl in the Coupe?
Then try bag the ones that 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 - my tattoo, peeped my credentials
And she - my pants, felt the potential
And I - rubbed 'bout essential
That fun breakin her fundamentals
me miss, the artist of the new millenium
Has finally stopped that blue Millenium
And got a good of trenny and it with plenty of Henney
and Remi and weed, she higher than Hilliam

If she pass me, that la-la-la
Memphis Bleek smokin that la-la-la
Beanie Sigel, Desert Eagle, the five
It's the R.O.C. bitch, sing our
C'mon!

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