Luyện nghe bài hát La, La, La

Memph Bleek always smoking la, la, la
(Hoo)
Beanie Sigel always that la, la, la
(Hoo)
Neptunes track smoke la, la, la
(Hoo)
It's the ROC baby, 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?)
up, skip all the singin', lets go ride tonight, mami
(Come on now, uhh)

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

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

To smoke la, la, la
(Hoo)
Sigel always smoking that la, la, la
(Hoo)
Memph 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, hang wit me,
(Do you me to do it?)
Hold up, skip all the singin', lets go ride tonight,
(Come on now, uhh)

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

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

(Yao Ming)

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

English, talk body language
I be all over mamis like painters
Pink diamond necklace, strawberry
Please excuse yourself, very sick
confuse me wit marbury out this, bitch
Run up on me at the light, you could lose your
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 feds my music I get all that
I'm the public number one
Public number 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 likin' no way
But get a pen, I can tell you pricks my for the future
I never make the again, my man'll shoot ya

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

Excuse me miss, I'm the
(Do you me to do it?)
You should come, hang wit me,
(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
watch me now, uhh