Luyện nghe bài hát Excuse Me Miss Again (Remix)

WHOO!

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

I know my 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 move the weight I'm Oprah's son
Uh, I'll you how to do this son
Young mess with 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 that Maybach, the best grass, I ask
you in your long-legged life
ever seen a watch surrounded by this much ice?
Look but don't touch, motherfucker twice
'Cause the gat I clutch got a little red light
Need a

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

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

We got brothers full of Arm'i, mami's in
Bags by Chanel, all Louis logos
All to Hov' because they know dough
When they see him, be European
If you're a ten, chances 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 prescribe to subside, his affliction
He's not a sane man, he's more reign man - twitchin'
You can't dance on his picnic
No Haitian voodoo, no headless can dead his sickness
No Ouija board, you see me dog, nigga you CB-4
ain't Chris 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 still smokin that
Beanie Sigel, 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 I'm name droppin
So when I talk rap, she gon' change
But I got a plan B that's planned out, for things don't pan out
tellin ya mind brother, I'ma play shy brother
So you take the Child girl in the Coupe?
Then I'ma try bag the ones got kicked out the group
I figured that'll be simple, I'll just help 'em with their
Help 'em to the limo, the upboard instrumentals
And she - grabbed my tattoo, peeped my
And she - grabbed my pants, felt the
And I - rubbed 'bout essential
have fun breakin her fundamentals
Excuse me miss, the artist of the new
Has finally stopped that blue Millenium
And got a good of trenny and filled it plenty of Henney
and Remi and weed, 'til she than Hilliam

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