Luyện nghe bài hát La, La, La

Memph Bleek always smoking la, la, la
(Hoo)
Beanie Sigel smoking that la, la, la
(Hoo)
Neptunes track like 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 should come, hang wit me,
(Do you me to do it?)
Hold up, all the singin', lets go ride tonight, mami
(Come on now, uhh)

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

He himself the rap J F K
You pass 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, muthafucker twice
'Cuz the gat that I got a little red light
Need a

To that la, la, la
(Hoo)
Beanie Sigel always smoking la, la, la
(Hoo)
Memph Bleek always that 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?)
up, skip all the singin', lets go ride tonight, mami
(Come on now, uhh)

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

He's not a sane man, more like man twitchin'
You rain dance on his picnic
No Haitian voodoo, no headless
Can dead his
(Whoo)
No Ouija board, you can't see me dog, you CB4
This ain't 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
Beanie Sigel, desert 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, skip all the singin', let's go tonight, mami
(Come on now, uhh)

Forget English, talk language
I be all over like body painters
diamond necklace, strawberry wrist
Please excuse yourself, you're very
confuse me wit marbury out this, bitch
Run up on me at the light, you lose your life
Muh'fuckas must be they la, la, la, la crack
.45 gun smoke, off that

Back to the music, I ain't wit all
Plus the feds my music I get all that
I'm the industry number one
Public industry number two is my whole R O C
And I ain't concerned wit' who like me, who you
That's gay, I ain't likin' dudes no way
But get a pen, I can tell you pricks my plans for the
I make 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, desert eagle to fo' to
(Hoo)
the ROC bitch, sing 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