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

Memph always smoking that la, la, la
(Hoo)
Sigel always smoking that la, la, la
(Hoo)
Neptunes track 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 come, hang wit me, basically
(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 modest as you
But come, get some, you little
I take the cake from under the thumbs
I the cake, get two of them for one
Then I move the like I'm Oprah's son
Uhh, I you how to do this son
don't mess wit chicks in Burberry patterns
Fake boots straight from Steve Madden
(Un, uh)

He padded the rap J F K
You pass for my Jaqueline Onassis
Then hop ya ass out that S
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 touch, muthafucker think twice
'Cuz the gat that I got a little red light
a light?

To that la, la, la
(Hoo)
Beanie Sigel smoking that la, la, la
(Hoo)
Bleek always smoking that la, la, la
(Hoo)
It's the ROC mami, 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, all the singin', lets go ride tonight, mami
(Come on now, uhh)

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

He's not a sane man, more reign man twitchin'
You can't rain dance on his
No Haitian voodoo, no chickens
Can dead his
(Whoo)
No Ouija board, you can't see me dog, you CB4
This ain't Chris Rock, bitch, 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, 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 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)

Forget English, body language
I be all over like body painters
diamond necklace, strawberry wrist
Please excuse yourself, you're very
Don't confuse me wit out this, bitch
Run up on me at the light, you could your life
Muh'fuckas must be smoking they la, la, la, la
.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 public industry one
Public number two is my whole crew R O C
And I ain't concerned 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 the news again, my man'll shoot ya

As we, that la, la, la
(Hoo)
Memphis Bleek always that 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?)
up, skip all the singin', let's go ride tonight, mami
(Come on now, uhh)

Do you me to do it
Come me now, uhh