Luyện nghe bài hát La, La, La

Memph Bleek always smoking la, la, la
(Hoo)
Sigel always smoking that la, la, la
(Hoo)
Neptunes track smoke la, la, la
(Hoo)
It's the ROC baby, our lullaby
on

Excuse me miss, I'm the
(Do you me to do it?)
You should come, wit me, basically
(Do you me to do it?)
up, skip all the singin', lets go ride tonight, mami
(Come on now, uhh)

I know my English ain't as as you like
But come, get some, you bums
I the cake from under the baker's thumbs
I bake the cake, get two of for one
Then I move the like I'm Oprah's son
Uhh, I you how to do this son
Young don't mess wit in Burberry patterns
Fake boots straight from Steve Madden
(Un, uh)

He padded the rap J F K
You pass for my Jaqueline Onassis
hop ya ass out that S class
Lay back in that maebach, the best grass, I ask
Have you in your life
Ever seen a watch surrounded by much pink ice?
(Uhh)
Look, but don't touch, muthafucker think
'Cuz the gat I clutch got a little red light
a light?

To that la, la, la
(Hoo)
Beanie Sigel always smoking la, la, la
(Hoo)
Bleek always smoking that la, la, la
(Hoo)
It's the ROC mami, sing our
on

Excuse me miss, I'm the
(Do you me to do it?)
You should come, wit me, basically
(Do you me to do it?)
Hold up, skip all the singin', go ride tonight, mami
(Come on now, uhh)

We got full of Arme, mamis in Manolo
Bags by Chanel, Louis logos
All attracted to because they know dough
When see him, which be European
If you're a chances you're wit him
(Ten)
If you're a five you you ridin' wit them
Sick wit the pen nigga, no position in the world fix him
No prescription you prescribe to subside his affliction

He's not a sane man, like reign man twitchin'
You can't dance on his picnic
No Haitian voodoo, no headless
Can his sickness
(Whoo)
No board, you can't see me dog, nigga you CB4
ain't Chris Rock, bitch, it's the ROC bitch
And I'm the like a Houston Rocket

(Yao Ming)

Still smoking la, la, la
Memph Bleek still that la, la, la
Beanie Sigel, eagle to fo' to five
the ROC baby, sing our lullaby
on

Excuse me miss, I'm the
(Do you me to do it?)
You come, hang wit me, basically
(Do you me to do it?)
up, skip all the singin', let's go ride tonight, mami
(Come on now, uhh)

Forget English, talk body
I be all over like body painters
Pink diamond necklace, strawberry
Please yourself, you're very sick
Don't confuse me wit out this, bitch
Run up on me at the light, you could lose life
Muh'fuckas be smoking they la, la, la, la crack
.45 gun smoke, off that

Back to the music, I ain't wit all
Plus the tappin' my music I get all that
I'm the industry number one
Public industry two is my whole crew R O C
And I ain't wit' who like me, who like you
That's gay, I ain't into dudes no way
But get a pen, I can tell you pricks my plans for the
I make the news again, my man'll shoot ya

As we, that la, la, la
(Hoo)
Memphis Bleek always smoking la, la, la
(Hoo)
Beanie Sigel, eagle to fo' to five
(Hoo)
It's the ROC bitch, sing our
on

Excuse me miss, I'm the
(Do you me to do it?)
You should come, wit me, basically
(Do you me to do it?)
Hold up, skip all the singin', go ride tonight, mami
(Come on now, uhh)

Do you me to do it
Come me now, uhh