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?)
Hold up, all the singin', lets go ride tonight, mami
(Come on now, uhh)

I my English ain't as modest as you like
But come, get some, you little
I the cake from under the baker's thumbs
I the cake, get two of them for one
Then I the weight like I'm Oprah's son
Uhh, I you how to do this son
Young don't mess wit chicks in Burberry
Fake Manolo boots straight from Steve
(Un, uh)

He padded the rap J F K
You pass for my Jaqueline Onassis
Then hop ya ass out S class
Lay back in that maebach, roll the grass, I ask
you in your 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 smoke la, la, la
(Hoo)
Beanie Sigel always smoking la, la, la
(Hoo)
Memph Bleek smoking 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, hang wit me,
(Do you me to do it?)
Hold up, skip all the singin', lets go tonight, mami
(Come on now, uhh)

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

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

(Yao Ming)

Still that la, la, la
Memph still smoking that la, la, la
Beanie Sigel, desert 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 come, hang 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 body
Pink diamond necklace, wrist
Please excuse yourself, you're sick
Don't confuse me wit out this, bitch
Run up on me at the light, you could lose life
Muh'fuckas be smoking they la, la, la, la crack
.45 gun smoke, choke off

Back to the music, I wit all that
the feds tappin' my music I get all that
I'm the public 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 ain't into likin' no way
But get a pen, I can tell you my plans for the future
I never make the news again, my shoot ya

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

Do you me to do it
Come me now, uhh