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

Memph Bleek always that la, la, la
(Hoo)
Beanie Sigel always smoking la, la, la
(Hoo)
Neptunes smoke 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 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)

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

He himself the rap J F K
You wanna for my Jaqueline Onassis
hop ya ass out that S class
Lay back in that maebach, roll the grass, I ask
Have you in your life
Ever a watch surrounded by this much pink ice?
(Uhh)
Look, but touch, muthafucker think twice
the gat that I clutch got a little red light
Need a

To that la, la, la
(Hoo)
Beanie Sigel always smoking 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, hang wit me,
(Do you me to do it?)
Hold up, skip all the singin', 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 you ridin' wit them
wit the pen nigga, no position in the world could fix him
No you could prescribe to subside his affliction

He's not a sane man, more reign man twitchin'
You can't dance on his picnic
No Haitian voodoo, no chickens
Can his sickness
(Whoo)
No Ouija board, you can't see me dog, you CB4
ain't Chris Rock, bitch, it's 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
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?)
up, skip all the singin', let's go ride tonight, mami
(Come on now, uhh)

Forget English, talk language
I be all over mamis like painters
Pink diamond necklace, wrist
Please excuse yourself, you're very
confuse me wit marbury out this, bitch
Run up on me at the light, you lose your life
Muh'fuckas must be smoking they la, la, la, la
.45 gun smoke, off that

Back to the music, I wit all that
Plus the feds tappin' my I get all that
I'm the industry 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 likin' dudes no way
But get a pen, I can tell you pricks my plans for the
I never make the news again, my shoot ya

As we, smoke la, la, la
(Hoo)
Memphis Bleek always smoking la, la, la
(Hoo)
Sigel, desert 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 should come, hang wit me,
(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
watch me now, uhh