Luyện nghe bài hát Excuse Me Miss Again (Remix)

WHOO!

Memph' Bleek always smokin la-la-la (HOO)
Beanie Sigel smokin that la-la-la (HOO)
Kanye track 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 with me,
Hold up, skip all the let's get right tonight mami

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

To smoke la-la-la
Beanie Sigel always that la-la-la
Memph' Bleek always that la-la-la
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 mami

We got brothers full of Arm'i, in Manolo
by Chanel, all Louis Vuitton logos
All to Hov' because they know dough
When see him, whips be European
If you're a ten, you're with him
If a five, you know you ridin' 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 man, he's more like reign man - twitchin'
You can't dance on his picnic
No Haitian voodoo, no chickens can dead his sickness
No Ouija board, you see me dog, nigga you CB-4
This ain't Chris Rock bitch, it's the R.O.C.
And I'm the franchise a Houston Rocket, Yao Ming!

Still smokin la-la-la
Memph' Bleek still smokin that
Sigel, Desert Eagle, the four-ty five
It's the R.O.C. baby, 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 Three: Kanye
She playin she when I'm name droppin
So I talk rap, she gon' change topics
But I got a B that's planned out, for when things don't pan out
Hov' tellin ya mind brother, I'ma play shy
So you take the Destiny girl in the Coupe?
Then I'ma try bag the ones that got out the group
I figured that'll be simple, 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, the potential
And I - rubbed every essential
That fun breakin her fundamentals
Excuse me miss, the of the new millenium
Has finally stopped that blue Millenium
And got a good of and filled it with plenty of Henney
and Remi and weed, 'til she than Hilliam

If she me, smoke that la-la-la
Memphis Bleek always smokin that
Sigel, Desert Eagle, the four-ty 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' let's get tonight, mami