Luyện nghe bài hát La, La, La

Memph always smoking that la, la, la
(Hoo)
Sigel always smoking 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 come, hang wit me, basically
(Do you me to do it?)
Hold up, skip all the singin', lets go 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 weight I'm Oprah's son
Uhh, I show you how to do son
Young don't wit chicks in Burberry patterns
Fake boots straight from Steve Madden
(Un, uh)

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

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

He's not a sane man, more like reign man
You can't rain dance on his
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 that la, la, la
Memph still smoking that la, la, la
Sigel, desert eagle 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 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)

Forget English, body language
I be all over mamis body painters
diamond necklace, strawberry wrist
Please excuse yourself, you're very
Don't confuse me wit marbury out this,
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

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

As we, that 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, 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)

Do you me to do it
watch me now, uhh