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

Memph always smoking that la, la, la
(Hoo)
Beanie Sigel smoking that la, la, la
(Hoo)
Neptunes track smoke 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 as modest as you like
But come, get some, you little
I take the cake from under the thumbs
I bake the cake, get two of for one
Then I move the weight like I'm son
Uhh, I you how to do this son
Young don't mess wit chicks in patterns
Fake boots straight from Steve Madden
(Un, uh)

He padded the rap J F K
You wanna pass for my Onassis
Then hop ya ass out that S
Lay back in that maebach, the best grass, I ask
Have you in your life
Ever seen a watch surrounded by this much pink
(Uhh)
Look, but don't touch, muthafucker twice
'Cuz the gat that I got a little red light
Need a

To smoke la, la, la
(Hoo)
Beanie Sigel always smoking la, la, la
(Hoo)
Memph Bleek always that la, la, la
(Hoo)
the ROC mami, 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, skip all the singin', lets go tonight, mami
(Come on now, uhh)

We got brothers full of Arme, in Manolo
by Chanel, Louis Vuitton logos
All attracted to because they know dough
When they see him, which be
If you're a chances you're wit him
(Ten)
If you're a you know you ridin' wit them
Sick wit the pen nigga, no position in the world 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 see me dog, nigga you CB4
ain't Chris Rock, bitch, it's the ROC bitch
And I'm the franchise a Houston Rocket

(Yao Ming)

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

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

Back to the music, I wit all that
Plus the tappin' 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 wit' who like me, who you
gay, I ain't into likin' dudes no way
But get a pen, I can tell you pricks my plans for the
I never make the news again, my man'll ya

As we, that la, la, la
(Hoo)
Bleek always smoking that la, la, la
(Hoo)
Beanie Sigel, eagle to fo' to five
(Hoo)
It's the ROC bitch, sing our
on

me miss, I'm the shit
(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)

Do you me to do it
watch me now, uhh