Luyện nghe bài hát La, La, La (Excuse Me Again)

Memph Bleek always smoking la, la, la
(Hoo)
Sigel always smoking that la, la, la
(Hoo)
Neptunes smoke 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, skip all the singin', 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 the cake from under the baker's thumbs
I the cake, get two of them for one
Then I move the weight I'm Oprah's son
Uhh, I you how to do this son
Young don't mess wit chicks in Burberry
Fake Manolo straight from Steve Madden
(Un, uh)

He himself the rap J F K
You pass for my Jaqueline Onassis
Then hop ya ass out that S
Lay back in that maebach, the best grass, I ask
Have you in long-legged life
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 smoke la, la, la
(Hoo)
Beanie Sigel always smoking la, la, la
(Hoo)
Memph Bleek always smoking 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?)
up, skip all the singin', lets go ride tonight, mami
(Come on now, uhh)

We got brothers full of Arme, mamis in
by Chanel, Louis Vuitton logos
All attracted to Hov' because they know
When they see him, be European
If a teen chances you're 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 prescribe to subside his affliction

He's not a sane man, more reign man twitchin'
You rain dance on his picnic
No voodoo, no headless chickens
Can dead his
(Whoo)
No board, you can't see me dog, nigga you CB4
ain't Chris 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
Sigel, desert eagle 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, hang wit me,
(Do you me to do it?)
Hold up, all the singin', let's go ride tonight, mami
(Come on now, uhh)

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

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