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 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, wit me, basically
(Do you me to do it?)
Hold up, 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 cake under the baker's thumbs
I bake the cake, get two of for one
Then I move the weight I'm Oprah's son
Uhh, I you how to do this son
Young don't mess wit chicks in patterns
Fake Manolo straight from Steve Madden
(Un, uh)

He himself the rap J F K
You wanna pass for my Onassis
hop ya ass out that S class
Lay back in maebach, roll the best 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 think
'Cuz the gat I clutch got a little red light
a light?

To smoke la, la, la
(Hoo)
Beanie Sigel smoking that la, la, la
(Hoo)
Memph 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 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)

We got brothers full of Arme, in Manolo
Bags by Chanel, Louis logos
All attracted to Hov' because they know
When they see him, which be
If you're a teen you're wit him
(Ten)
If a five you know you ridin' wit them
Sick wit the pen nigga, no position in the world fix him
No prescription you could prescribe to subside his

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

(Yao Ming)

Still that la, la, la
Memph still smoking that la, la, la
Beanie Sigel, desert to fo' to five
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, all the singin', let's go ride tonight, mami
(Come on now, uhh)

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

Back to the music, I wit all that
Plus the tappin' my music I get all that
I'm the public number one
Public industry number two is my crew R O C
And I ain't 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, smoke la, la, la
(Hoo)
Memphis Bleek always 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 come, hang wit me, basically
(Do you me to do it?)
up, skip all the singin', let's go ride tonight, mami
(Come on now, uhh)

Do you me to do it
watch me now, uhh