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

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

I know my ain't as modest as you like
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 move the weight like I'm son
Uhh, I show you how to do son
Young mess wit chicks in Burberry patterns
Fake Manolo boots straight from Madden
(Un, uh)

He padded the rap J F K
You wanna for my Jaqueline Onassis
Then hop ya ass out S class
Lay back in that maebach, roll the grass, I ask
you in your long-legged life
Ever seen a watch by this much pink ice?
(Uhh)
Look, but don't touch, think twice
the gat that I clutch got a little red light
Need a

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, hang wit me,
(Do you me to do it?)
up, skip all the singin', lets go ride 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
they see him, which be European
If you're a teen chances wit him
(Ten)
If a five you know you ridin' wit them
Sick wit the pen nigga, no in the world could fix him
No prescription you could prescribe to his affliction

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

(Yao Ming)

Still smoking la, la, la
Memph Bleek smoking that la, la, la
Sigel, desert eagle 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 come, hang wit me, basically
(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 mamis like body painters
Pink necklace, strawberry wrist
excuse yourself, you're very sick
Don't confuse me wit 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, off that

to the music, I ain't wit all that
Plus the tappin' my music I get all that
I'm the public number one
Public industry two is my whole crew R O C
And I ain't wit' who like me, who like you
That's gay, I ain't into 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 smoking that la, la, la
(Hoo)
Beanie Sigel, 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, wit me, basically
(Do you me to do it?)
Hold up, skip all the singin', go ride tonight, mami
(Come on now, uhh)

Do you me to do it
watch me now, uhh