Luyện nghe bài hát La, La, La

Memph Bleek always smoking la, la, la
(Hoo)
Beanie Sigel smoking that la, la, la
(Hoo)
track smoke like 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, wit me, basically
(Do you me to do it?)
up, skip all the singin', lets go ride 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 cake from the baker's thumbs
I the cake, get two of them for one
Then I move the like I'm Oprah's son
Uhh, I show you how to do son
Young mess wit chicks in Burberry patterns
Fake Manolo boots straight from Madden
(Un, uh)

He padded the rap J F K
You wanna pass for my Jaqueline
hop ya ass out that S class
Lay back in that maebach, roll the grass, I ask
Have you in your life
Ever seen a watch surrounded by this pink ice?
(Uhh)
Look, but don't touch, think twice
the gat that I clutch got a little red light
Need a

To smoke la, la, la
(Hoo)
Beanie always smoking that la, la, la
(Hoo)
Memph Bleek always smoking la, la, la
(Hoo)
the ROC mami, 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', lets go ride tonight,
(Come on now, uhh)

We got brothers of Arme, mamis in Manolo
Bags by Chanel, Vuitton logos
All attracted to because they know dough
When see him, which be European
If you're a teen you're wit him
(Ten)
If you're a five you know you wit them
Sick wit the pen nigga, no position in the world fix him
No prescription you prescribe to subside his affliction

He's not a sane man, more like man twitchin'
You can't rain dance on his
No Haitian voodoo, no headless
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 franchise a Houston Rocket

(Yao Ming)

Still that la, la, la
Bleek still smoking that la, la, la
Beanie Sigel, eagle 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 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 like body
Pink necklace, strawberry wrist
excuse yourself, you're very sick
Don't confuse me wit marbury out this,
Run up on me at the light, you could lose life
must be smoking they la, la, la, la crack
.45 gun smoke, choke off

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

As we, smoke la, la, la
(Hoo)
Memphis always 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 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)

Do you me to do it
Come me now, uhh