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 smoke 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', go ride tonight, mami
(Come on now, uhh)

I know my English ain't as modest as you
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 the weight like I'm Oprah's son
Uhh, I you how to do this son
Young don't mess wit chicks in patterns
Manolo boots straight from Steve Madden
(Un, uh)

He himself the rap J F K
You pass 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 long-legged
seen a watch surrounded by this much pink ice?
(Uhh)
Look, but don't touch, muthafucker think
'Cuz the gat that I got a little red light
a light?

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

We got full of Arme, mamis in Manolo
Bags by Chanel, Louis logos
All attracted to Hov' because they know
they see him, which be European
If you're a teen chances 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 to subside his affliction

He's not a sane man, more like man twitchin'
You rain dance on his picnic
No voodoo, no headless chickens
Can his sickness
(Whoo)
No Ouija board, you see me dog, nigga you CB4
This Chris Rock, bitch, it's the ROC bitch
And I'm the franchise a Houston Rocket

(Yao Ming)

Still smoking la, la, la
Memph Bleek still 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 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)

Forget English, body language
I be all over mamis body painters
Pink necklace, strawberry wrist
excuse yourself, you're very sick
Don't me wit marbury out this, bitch
Run up on me at the light, you could lose your
Muh'fuckas be smoking they la, la, la, la crack
.45 gun smoke, off that

to the music, I ain't wit all that
Plus the tappin' my music I get all that
I'm the industry number one
Public industry number two is my crew R O C
And I ain't concerned wit' who like me, who you
That's gay, I ain't into dudes no way
But get a pen, I can tell you pricks my plans for the
I never make the again, my man'll shoot ya

As we, that la, la, la
(Hoo)
Memphis always smoking that la, la, la
(Hoo)
Beanie Sigel, desert 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 come, hang wit me, basically
(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