Luyện nghe bài hát La, La, La

Memph Bleek smoking that la, la, la
(Hoo)
Beanie Sigel 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?)
Hold up, skip all the singin', lets go ride tonight,
(Come on now, uhh)

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

He padded the rap J F K
You pass for my Jaqueline Onassis
Then hop ya ass out that S
Lay back in that maebach, roll the grass, I ask
Have you in your long-legged
Ever seen a surrounded by this much pink ice?
(Uhh)
Look, but don't touch, muthafucker twice
the gat that I clutch got a little red light
Need a

To that la, la, la
(Hoo)
Beanie Sigel always that la, la, la
(Hoo)
Bleek always smoking that la, la, la
(Hoo)
It's the ROC mami, 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?)
Hold up, all the singin', lets go ride tonight, mami
(Come on now, uhh)

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

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

(Yao Ming)

Still smoking la, la, la
Bleek still smoking that la, la, la
Beanie Sigel, desert eagle to fo' to
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?)
Hold up, skip all the singin', let's go tonight, mami
(Come on now, uhh)

Forget English, body language
I be all over like body painters
Pink necklace, strawberry wrist
Please excuse yourself, very sick
Don't me wit marbury out this, bitch
Run up on me at the light, you could your life
must be smoking they la, la, la, la crack
.45 gun smoke, choke off

Back to the music, I ain't wit all
Plus the tappin' my music I get all that
I'm the public number one
industry number two is my whole crew R O C
And I ain't concerned who like me, who like you
gay, I ain't into likin' dudes no way
But get a pen, I can tell you pricks my plans for the
I never the news again, my man'll shoot ya

As we, that la, la, la
(Hoo)
Memphis Bleek always that la, la, la
(Hoo)
Beanie Sigel, desert to fo' to five
(Hoo)
the ROC bitch, sing 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?)
Hold up, all the singin', let's go ride tonight, mami
(Come on now, uhh)

Do you me to do it
watch me now, uhh