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

Memph Bleek always smoking la, la, la
(Hoo)
Beanie Sigel smoking that la, la, la
(Hoo)
Neptunes track 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, 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 from under the baker's thumbs
I the cake, get two of them for one
I move the weight 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 pass 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 much pink ice?
(Uhh)
Look, but don't touch, muthafucker think
'Cuz the gat that I got a little red light
Need a

To that 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, 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)

We got full of Arme, mamis in Manolo
Bags by Chanel, Louis logos
All attracted to Hov' because know dough
When they see him, which be
If you're a teen you're 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 dance on his
No voodoo, no headless chickens
Can his sickness
(Whoo)
No board, you can't see me dog, nigga you CB4
This Chris Rock, bitch, it's the ROC bitch
And I'm the franchise like a Houston

(Yao Ming)

Still smoking 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 should come, wit me, basically
(Do you me to do it?)
Hold up, skip all the singin', let's go ride tonight,
(Come on now, uhh)

Forget English, body language
I be all mamis like body painters
Pink diamond necklace, strawberry
Please yourself, you're very sick
confuse me wit marbury 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

to the music, I ain't wit all that
Plus the feds my music I get all that
I'm the public number one
Public industry number two is my whole R O C
And I ain't concerned wit' who like me, who you
gay, I ain't into likin' dudes no way
But get a pen, I can tell you my plans for the future
I never make the news again, my man'll 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, 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', let's go tonight, mami
(Come on now, uhh)

Do you me to do it
Come me now, uhh