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

Memph Bleek smoking that la, la, la
(Hoo)
Beanie always smoking that la, la, la
(Hoo)
Neptunes track 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 ain't as modest as you like
But come, get some, you little
I take the cake from under the baker's
I the cake, get two of them for one
Then I move the weight I'm Oprah's son
Uhh, I you how to do this son
Young don't wit chicks in Burberry patterns
Fake Manolo 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 that maebach, the best grass, I ask
Have you in your long-legged
Ever seen a watch surrounded by this much pink
(Uhh)
Look, but don't touch, muthafucker think
the gat that I clutch got a little red light
Need a

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

We got brothers full of Arme, in Manolo
Bags by Chanel, Vuitton logos
All attracted to Hov' because they know
When they see him, be European
If a teen chances you're wit him
(Ten)
If a five you know you ridin' 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 rain dance on his picnic
No voodoo, no headless chickens
Can dead his
(Whoo)
No Ouija board, you see me dog, nigga you CB4
ain't Chris Rock, bitch, it's the ROC bitch
And I'm the like 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, hang wit me,
(Do you me to do it?)
Hold up, all the singin', let's go ride tonight, mami
(Come on now, uhh)

English, talk body language
I be all over like body painters
Pink diamond necklace, strawberry
Please excuse yourself, you're very
Don't confuse me wit marbury out this,
Run up on me at the light, you could your life
must be smoking they la, la, la, la crack
.45 gun smoke, off that

Back to the music, I ain't wit all
Plus the tappin' my music I get all that
I'm the public industry one
Public industry two is my whole crew R O C
And I concerned wit' who like me, who like you
That's gay, I into likin' dudes no way
But get a pen, I can tell you pricks my for the future
I make the news again, my man'll shoot ya

As we, that la, la, la
(Hoo)
Memphis Bleek always smoking la, la, la
(Hoo)
Beanie Sigel, desert eagle to fo' to
(Hoo)
the ROC bitch, 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, skip all the singin', let's go ride tonight,
(Come on now, uhh)

Do you me to do it
Come me now, uhh