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

Memph Bleek always smoking la, la, la
(Hoo)
Sigel always smoking that la, la, la
(Hoo)
Neptunes track 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 should come, wit me, basically
(Do you me to do it?)
Hold up, skip all the singin', lets go tonight, mami
(Come on now, uhh)

I know my English as modest as you like
But come, get some, you bums
I the cake from under the baker's thumbs
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
don't mess wit chicks in Burberry patterns
Fake boots straight from Steve Madden
(Un, uh)

He padded the rap J F K
You wanna pass for my Jaqueline
Then hop ya ass out S class
Lay back in that maebach, roll the grass, I ask
Have you in your long-legged
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 smoke la, la, la
(Hoo)
Beanie Sigel always smoking la, la, la
(Hoo)
Memph Bleek always smoking 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?)
Hold up, all the singin', lets go ride tonight, mami
(Come on now, uhh)

We got full of Arme, mamis in Manolo
Bags by Chanel, Louis Vuitton
All to Hov' because they know dough
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 could prescribe to his affliction

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

(Yao Ming)

Still that la, la, la
Memph still smoking that la, la, la
Beanie Sigel, 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 come, hang wit me, basically
(Do you me to do it?)
Hold up, skip all the singin', go ride tonight, mami
(Come on now, uhh)

English, talk body language
I be all over mamis body painters
Pink necklace, strawberry wrist
Please excuse yourself, very sick
Don't confuse me wit out this, bitch
Run up on me at the light, you lose your life
Muh'fuckas must be they la, la, la, la crack
.45 gun smoke, choke off

Back to the music, I ain't wit all
Plus the feds 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 concerned 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 make the news again, my man'll shoot ya

As we, that la, la, la
(Hoo)
Memphis Bleek smoking that la, la, la
(Hoo)
Sigel, desert eagle 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, hang wit me,
(Do you me to do it?)
Hold up, skip all the singin', let's go ride tonight,
(Come on now, uhh)

Do you me to do it
Come me now, uhh