Luyện nghe bài hát La, La, La

Memph Bleek always that la, la, la
(Hoo)
Beanie Sigel always that la, la, la
(Hoo)
Neptunes track smoke la, la, la
(Hoo)
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', go ride tonight, mami
(Come on now, uhh)

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

He padded the rap J F K
You wanna pass for my Jaqueline
Then hop ya ass out S class
Lay back in that maebach, the best grass, I ask
Have you in your long-legged
Ever a watch surrounded 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 that la, la, la
(Hoo)
Beanie Sigel smoking that 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 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)

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

not a sane man, more like reign man twitchin'
You rain dance on his picnic
No Haitian voodoo, no headless
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 franchise like a Houston

(Yao Ming)

Still smoking la, la, la
Bleek still smoking that 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, wit me, basically
(Do you me to do it?)
Hold up, skip all the singin', let's go ride tonight,
(Come on now, uhh)

English, talk body language
I be all mamis like body painters
Pink necklace, strawberry wrist
Please yourself, you're very sick
Don't me wit marbury out this, bitch
Run up on me at the light, you lose your life
Muh'fuckas must be smoking they la, la, la, la
.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 industry number one
industry number two is my whole crew 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 the news again, my man'll shoot ya

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

Do you me to do it
watch me now, uhh