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

Memph Bleek always that la, la, la
(Hoo)
Sigel 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 come, hang wit me, basically
(Do you me to do it?)
up, skip 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 little
I take the cake from under the thumbs
I bake the cake, get two of for one
Then I move the weight like I'm son
Uhh, I you how to do this son
Young don't mess wit in Burberry patterns
Manolo boots straight from Steve Madden
(Un, uh)

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

To smoke la, la, la
(Hoo)
Beanie Sigel always smoking 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, hang wit me,
(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, in Manolo
Bags by Chanel, Vuitton logos
All to Hov' because they know dough
When see him, which be European
If you're a chances you're wit him
(Ten)
If you're a you know you ridin' wit them
Sick wit the pen nigga, no in the world could fix him
No you could prescribe to subside his affliction

He's not a sane man, more like man twitchin'
You can't dance on his picnic
No Haitian voodoo, no headless
Can his sickness
(Whoo)
No Ouija board, you can't see me dog, you CB4
This ain't Rock, bitch, it's the ROC bitch
And I'm the franchise a Houston Rocket

(Yao Ming)

Still that la, la, la
Memph Bleek smoking that la, la, la
Sigel, desert eagle 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, wit me, basically
(Do you me to do it?)
Hold up, all the singin', let's go ride tonight, mami
(Come on now, uhh)

Forget English, body language
I be all over mamis like painters
Pink diamond necklace, wrist
Please yourself, you're very sick
Don't confuse me wit marbury out this,
Run up on me at the light, you could lose life
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
industry number two is my whole crew R O C
And I ain't wit' who like me, who like you
That's gay, I into likin' dudes 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 Bleek smoking that la, la, la
(Hoo)
Beanie Sigel, desert eagle to fo' to
(Hoo)
the ROC bitch, sing our lullaby
on

me miss, I'm the shit
(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 tonight, mami
(Come on now, uhh)

Do you me to do it
watch me now, uhh