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

Memph Bleek always that la, la, la
(Hoo)
Sigel always smoking that la, la, la
(Hoo)
Neptunes track like 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?)
up, skip all the singin', lets go ride tonight, mami
(Come on now, uhh)

I know my English ain't as modest as you
But come, get some, you little
I take the cake from 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 don't wit chicks in Burberry patterns
Manolo boots straight from Steve Madden
(Un, uh)

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

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 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)

We got brothers full of Arme, in Manolo
Bags by Chanel, Louis logos
All attracted to Hov' because they know
When see him, which be European
If a teen chances you're wit him
(Ten)
If a five you know you ridin' wit them
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, more reign man twitchin'
You rain dance on his picnic
No voodoo, no headless 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 that la, la, la
Memph Bleek 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 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)

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

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 whole R O C
And I ain't concerned who like me, who like you
That's gay, I into likin' dudes no way
But get a pen, I can you pricks my plans for the future
I never make the news again, my man'll ya

As we, smoke la, la, la
(Hoo)
Memphis always smoking that la, la, la
(Hoo)
Beanie Sigel, desert eagle to fo' to
(Hoo)
the ROC bitch, 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', let's go tonight, mami
(Come on now, uhh)

Do you me to do it
Come me now, uhh