Luyện nghe bài hát La, La, La

Memph Bleek always smoking la, la, la
(Hoo)
Beanie Sigel always smoking 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, hang wit me,
(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
Then I move the weight like I'm son
Uhh, I show you how to do son
Young mess wit chicks in Burberry patterns
Manolo boots straight from Steve Madden
(Un, uh)

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

To that la, la, la
(Hoo)
Beanie Sigel always smoking la, la, la
(Hoo)
Memph Bleek always 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, wit me, basically
(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 Vuitton
All attracted to Hov' they know dough
When they see him, which be
If you're a chances 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 subside his

He's not a sane man, like reign man twitchin'
You rain dance on his picnic
No Haitian voodoo, no chickens
Can his sickness
(Whoo)
No Ouija board, you can't see me dog, 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 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, hang wit me,
(Do you me to do it?)
Hold up, all the singin', let's go ride tonight, mami
(Come on now, uhh)

Forget English, talk body
I be all over mamis like painters
diamond necklace, strawberry wrist
Please excuse yourself, you're sick
Don't confuse me wit marbury out this,
Run up on me at the light, you lose your life
Muh'fuckas must be smoking la, la, la, la crack
.45 gun smoke, off that

Back to the music, I ain't wit all
the feds tappin' my music I get all that
I'm the public number one
Public industry number two is my whole 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 for the future
I never the news again, my man'll shoot ya

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

Do you me to do it
Come me now, uhh