Luyện nghe bài hát La, La, La

Memph Bleek always smoking la, la, la
(Hoo)
Beanie Sigel always 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 ain't as modest as you like
But come, get some, you bums
I take the cake from under the baker's
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
don't mess wit chicks in Burberry patterns
Fake Manolo boots 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
Have you in your long-legged
Ever seen a watch surrounded by this much pink
(Uhh)
Look, but touch, muthafucker think twice
the gat that I clutch got a little red light
Need a

To that la, la, la
(Hoo)
Beanie always smoking that la, la, la
(Hoo)
Memph 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, 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 full of Arme, mamis in Manolo
Bags by Chanel, Louis Vuitton
All attracted to Hov' because know dough
When they see him, be European
If you're a chances you're wit him
(Ten)
If you're a you know you ridin' wit them
Sick wit the pen nigga, no position in the could fix him
No prescription you could prescribe to subside his

He's not a sane man, more reign man twitchin'
You can't rain on his picnic
No voodoo, no headless chickens
Can dead his
(Whoo)
No Ouija board, you see me dog, nigga you CB4
This ain't Rock, bitch, it's the ROC bitch
And I'm the franchise a Houston Rocket

(Yao Ming)

Still that la, la, la
Memph Bleek still that la, la, la
Beanie Sigel, desert to fo' to five
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, all the singin', let's go ride tonight, mami
(Come on now, uhh)

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

Back to the music, I ain't wit all
Plus the tappin' my music I get all that
I'm the industry number one
Public industry number two is my crew R O C
And I ain't concerned who like me, who like you
That's gay, I ain't likin' dudes no way
But get a pen, I can you pricks my plans for the future
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)
Sigel, desert 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, hang wit me,
(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
Come me now, uhh