Luyện nghe bài hát Excuse Me Miss Again (Remix)

WHOO!

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

I know my ain't as modest as you like
But come, get some, you bums
I take the cake under the baker's thumbs
I the cake, get two of them for one
Then I move the weight like I'm son
Uh, show you how to do this son
Young don't 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 that
Lay back in that Maybach, roll the grass, I ask
Have you in your long-legged
ever seen a watch surrounded by this much pink
Look but don't touch, motherfucker twice
'Cause the gat that I clutch got a little red
Need a

To smoke la-la-la
Sigel always smoking that la-la-la
Memph' Bleek smoking that la-la-la
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 let's get right tonight mami

We got full of Arm'i, mami's in Manolo
Bags by Chanel, all Vuitton logos
All attracted to because they know dough
they see him, whips 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 in the world could fix him
No prescription, you could to subside, his affliction
He's not a sane man, more like reign man - twitchin'
You can't rain dance on his
No Haitian voodoo, no 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 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, 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 tonight

[Verse Three: Kanye
She playin she hate when I'm droppin
So when I talk rap, she gon' topics
But I got a plan B planned out, for when things don't pan out
tellin 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 help 'em with their demo
Help 'em to the limo, play the instrumentals
And she - grabbed my tattoo, my credentials
And she - grabbed my pants, felt the
And I - 'bout every essential
That have fun her fundamentals
Excuse me miss, the artist of the new
Has finally stopped that blue Millenium
And got a of trenny and filled it with plenty of Henney
and Remi and weed, she higher than Hilliam

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