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

Memph always smoking that la, la, la
(Hoo)
Beanie Sigel always smoking 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, all the singin', lets 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 the cake from under the baker's thumbs
I the cake, get two of them for one
I move the weight like I'm Oprah's son
Uhh, I you how to do this son
Young don't mess wit in Burberry patterns
Fake Manolo boots straight from Madden
(Un, uh)

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

To that la, la, la
(Hoo)
Beanie always smoking that la, la, la
(Hoo)
Memph Bleek smoking 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 should come, 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
Bags by Chanel, Louis logos
All attracted to Hov' because they dough
they see him, which be European
If you're a chances you're wit him
(Ten)
If you're a five you 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 man twitchin'
You can't dance on his picnic
No voodoo, no headless 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 franchise like a Houston

(Yao Ming)

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

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

to the music, I ain't wit all that
Plus the feds my music I get all that
I'm the industry 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 into likin' dudes no way
But get a pen, I can tell you my plans for the future
I never 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, 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?)
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