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

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

I know my English as modest as you like
But come, get some, you little
I the cake from under the baker's thumbs
I the cake, get two of them for one
Then I move the weight I'm Oprah's son
Uhh, I you how to do this son
Young don't wit chicks in Burberry patterns
Fake Manolo boots from Steve Madden
(Un, uh)

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

To that la, la, la
(Hoo)
Beanie always smoking that la, la, la
(Hoo)
Bleek 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 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 brothers of Arme, mamis 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 you're wit him
(Ten)
If you're a five you know you ridin' wit
wit the pen nigga, no position in the world could fix him
No you could prescribe to subside his affliction

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

(Yao Ming)

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

Forget English, talk language
I be all over mamis 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 your life
Muh'fuckas must be smoking la, la, la, la crack
.45 gun smoke, choke off

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

As we, smoke 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, 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, all the singin', let's go ride tonight, mami
(Come on now, uhh)

Do you me to do it
Come me now, uhh