Luyện nghe bài hát La, La, La

Memph Bleek smoking that la, la, la
(Hoo)
Beanie Sigel always smoking la, la, la
(Hoo)
track smoke like 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 come, hang wit me, basically
(Do you me to do it?)
up, skip all the singin', lets go ride tonight, mami
(Come on now, uhh)

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

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

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

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

He's not a man, more like reign man twitchin'
You can't rain on his picnic
No Haitian voodoo, no chickens
Can his sickness
(Whoo)
No Ouija board, you can't see me dog, 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 smoking 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 should come, 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 language
I be all over like body painters
Pink necklace, strawberry wrist
Please excuse yourself, you're sick
confuse me wit marbury out this, bitch
Run up on me at the light, you could your life
Muh'fuckas must be smoking la, la, la, la crack
.45 gun smoke, off that

to the music, I ain't wit all that
Plus the feds tappin' my I get all that
I'm the industry number one
Public industry number two is my whole R O C
And I concerned 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 news again, my shoot ya

As we, smoke la, la, la
(Hoo)
Memphis Bleek smoking that la, la, la
(Hoo)
Beanie Sigel, desert eagle to fo' to
(Hoo)
It's the ROC bitch, 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', go ride tonight, mami
(Come on now, uhh)

Do you me to do it
watch me now, uhh