Luyện nghe bài hát La, La, La

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

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

He himself the rap J F K
You pass for my Jaqueline Onassis
hop ya ass out that S class
Lay back in that maebach, roll the grass, I ask
Have you in long-legged life
Ever seen a watch surrounded by this much ice?
(Uhh)
Look, but touch, muthafucker think twice
'Cuz the gat that I clutch got a little red
Need a

To smoke la, la, la
(Hoo)
Beanie always smoking 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?)
up, skip all the singin', lets go ride tonight, mami
(Come on now, uhh)

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

He's not a sane man, more reign man twitchin'
You can't rain dance on his
No Haitian voodoo, no chickens
Can dead his
(Whoo)
No Ouija board, you can't see me dog, 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, 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?)
Hold up, skip all the singin', let's go tonight, mami
(Come on now, uhh)

Forget English, body language
I be all over mamis like painters
Pink necklace, strawberry wrist
Please yourself, you're very sick
confuse me wit marbury out this, bitch
Run up on me at the light, you could lose life
must be smoking they la, la, la, la crack
.45 gun smoke, choke off

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

As we, that la, la, la
(Hoo)
Memphis Bleek always smoking 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, 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
Come me now, uhh