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

Memph always smoking that la, la, la
(Hoo)
Beanie always smoking that 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, all the singin', lets go ride tonight, mami
(Come on now, uhh)

I know my English as modest as you like
But come, get some, you bums
I take the cake from under the thumbs
I bake the cake, get two of 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 patterns
Manolo boots straight from Steve Madden
(Un, uh)

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

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

We got brothers of Arme, mamis in Manolo
Bags by Chanel, Louis 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 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, like reign man twitchin'
You rain dance on his picnic
No voodoo, no headless chickens
Can his sickness
(Whoo)
No Ouija board, you see me dog, nigga you CB4
This Chris Rock, bitch, it's the ROC bitch
And I'm the franchise a Houston Rocket

(Yao Ming)

Still that la, la, la
Memph Bleek still 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)

Forget English, talk language
I be all over mamis like painters
diamond necklace, strawberry wrist
Please yourself, you're very sick
confuse 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

to the music, I ain't wit all that
Plus the feds tappin' my I get all that
I'm the public industry 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 likin' no way
But get a pen, I can you pricks my plans for the future
I never make the news again, my man'll ya

As we, smoke la, la, la
(Hoo)
Memphis Bleek always that la, la, la
(Hoo)
Beanie Sigel, desert to fo' to five
(Hoo)
It's the ROC bitch, 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', go ride tonight, mami
(Come on now, uhh)

Do you me to do it
watch me now, uhh