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

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

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

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

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 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)

We got brothers full of Arme, 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 you're wit him
(Ten)
If you're a you know you ridin' wit them
Sick wit the pen nigga, no position in the world fix him
No prescription you could prescribe to his affliction

He's not a man, more like reign man twitchin'
You can't rain on his picnic
No voodoo, no headless chickens
Can his sickness
(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 franchise a Houston Rocket

(Yao Ming)

Still smoking la, la, la
Memph still smoking that la, la, la
Beanie Sigel, desert eagle to fo' to
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)

Forget English, body language
I be all over mamis like painters
diamond necklace, strawberry wrist
Please excuse yourself, very sick
Don't confuse me wit out this, bitch
Run up on me at the light, you could lose life
must be smoking they la, la, la, la crack
.45 gun smoke, off that

to the music, I ain't wit all that
Plus the feds tappin' my music I get all
I'm the industry number 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 into likin' no way
But get a pen, I can tell you pricks my for the future
I never make the news again, my man'll ya

As we, smoke la, la, la
(Hoo)
Memphis Bleek always smoking la, la, la
(Hoo)
Beanie Sigel, 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 should come, 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