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

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, sing our
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, 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 bums
I take the cake from under the baker's
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 don't mess wit in Burberry patterns
Fake boots straight from Steve Madden
(Un, uh)

He padded the rap J F K
You wanna pass for my 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 surrounded by this much pink ice?
(Uhh)
Look, but don't touch, muthafucker twice
'Cuz the gat that I clutch got a little red
Need a

To that la, la, la
(Hoo)
Beanie Sigel smoking that la, la, la
(Hoo)
Memph Bleek always 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?)
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 they know
When they see him, which be
If you're a teen chances wit him
(Ten)
If you're a five you know you wit them
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 Ouija board, you can't see me dog, you CB4
This ain't Chris Rock, bitch, the ROC bitch
And I'm the franchise like a Rocket

(Yao Ming)

Still that la, la, la
Memph Bleek smoking that la, la, la
Beanie Sigel, desert eagle to fo' to
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)

Forget English, talk body
I be all over like body painters
Pink diamond necklace, strawberry
excuse yourself, you're very sick
Don't me wit marbury out this, bitch
Run up on me at the light, you lose your life
Muh'fuckas must be smoking la, la, la, la crack
.45 gun smoke, choke off

Back to the music, I ain't wit all
Plus the feds tappin' my I get all that
I'm the public number one
Public industry number two is my whole R O C
And I ain't concerned wit' who me, who like you
That's gay, I ain't into likin' no way
But get a pen, I can you pricks my plans for the future
I never make the again, my man'll shoot ya

As we, smoke la, la, la
(Hoo)
Memphis always smoking that la, la, la
(Hoo)
Beanie Sigel, desert 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, all the singin', let's go ride tonight, mami
(Come on now, uhh)

Do you me to do it
watch me now, uhh