Luyện nghe bài hát La, La, La

Memph Bleek smoking that la, la, la
(Hoo)
Sigel always smoking that la, la, la
(Hoo)
Neptunes smoke like la, la, la
(Hoo)
the ROC baby, sing our lullaby
on

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

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

He himself the rap J F K
You pass for my Jaqueline Onassis
Then hop ya ass out that S
Lay back in that maebach, the best grass, I ask
you in your long-legged life
Ever seen a watch by this much 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)
Sigel always smoking that la, la, la
(Hoo)
Memph Bleek always that la, la, la
(Hoo)
the ROC mami, 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, all the singin', lets go ride tonight, mami
(Come on now, uhh)

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

He's not a man, more like reign man twitchin'
You can't rain dance on his
No Haitian voodoo, no chickens
Can his sickness
(Whoo)
No board, you can't see me dog, nigga you CB4
This 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, desert eagle to fo' to
It's the ROC baby, 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)

English, talk body language
I be all over mamis like body
Pink diamond necklace, wrist
Please excuse yourself, very sick
Don't me wit marbury out this, bitch
Run up on me at the light, you could lose life
Muh'fuckas must be smoking they la, la, la, la
.45 gun smoke, off that

Back to the music, I ain't wit all
Plus the feds my music 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 into likin' dudes no way
But get a pen, I can tell you my plans for the future
I never make the again, my man'll shoot ya

As we, that la, la, la
(Hoo)
Memphis Bleek smoking that la, la, la
(Hoo)
Sigel, desert eagle to fo' to five
(Hoo)
It's the ROC bitch, 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)

Do you me to do it
Come me now, uhh