Luyện nghe bài hát La, La, La

Memph Bleek always that la, la, la
(Hoo)
Beanie Sigel always smoking la, la, la
(Hoo)
Neptunes smoke like la, la, la
(Hoo)
the ROC baby, 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', lets go ride tonight,
(Come on now, uhh)

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

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

To that la, la, la
(Hoo)
Beanie always 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, wit me, basically
(Do you me to do it?)
Hold up, skip all the singin', lets go tonight, mami
(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 they see him, be European
If you're a 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 could prescribe to his affliction

He's not a sane man, like reign man twitchin'
You can't dance on his picnic
No Haitian voodoo, no chickens
Can dead his
(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 like a Houston Rocket

(Yao Ming)

Still smoking la, la, la
Bleek still smoking 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 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)

Forget English, body language
I be all over mamis like body
diamond necklace, strawberry wrist
Please excuse yourself, very sick
Don't confuse me wit out this, bitch
Run up on me at the light, you could lose your
Muh'fuckas must be they la, la, la, la crack
.45 gun smoke, off that

to the music, I ain't wit all that
Plus the tappin' my music I get all that
I'm the industry number one
Public number two is my whole crew R O C
And I ain't concerned wit' who like me, who 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 shoot ya

As we, that la, la, la
(Hoo)
Memphis Bleek always smoking la, la, la
(Hoo)
Beanie Sigel, 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 come, hang 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