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

Memph always smoking that la, la, la
(Hoo)
Beanie always smoking that la, la, la
(Hoo)
Neptunes track 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, 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 ain't as as you like
But come, get some, you bums
I take the from under the baker's thumbs
I the cake, get two of them 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 Burberry
Fake Manolo boots straight from Madden
(Un, uh)

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

To that la, la, la
(Hoo)
Beanie Sigel always smoking la, la, la
(Hoo)
Memph Bleek always smoking la, la, la
(Hoo)
It's the ROC mami, 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', lets go ride tonight, mami
(Come on now, uhh)

We got brothers full of Arme, mamis in
by Chanel, Louis Vuitton logos
All attracted to Hov' because they know
When see him, which be European
If a teen chances you're wit him
(Ten)
If you're a five you know you wit them
Sick wit the pen nigga, no position in the could fix him
No prescription you could prescribe to subside his

He's not a sane man, more reign man twitchin'
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 ain't Chris Rock, bitch, it's the ROC
And I'm the franchise like a Houston

(Yao Ming)

Still that la, la, la
Memph Bleek still smoking 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 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)

Forget English, talk language
I be all mamis like body painters
Pink necklace, strawberry wrist
Please yourself, you're very sick
confuse me wit marbury 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 tappin' my music I get all that
I'm the public industry one
Public industry number two is my whole R O C
And I ain't concerned wit' who like me, who you
That's gay, I ain't into likin' no way
But get a pen, I can tell you my plans for the future
I never make the again, my man'll shoot ya

As we, that la, la, la
(Hoo)
Memphis always smoking that la, la, la
(Hoo)
Beanie Sigel, eagle to fo' to five
(Hoo)
the ROC bitch, 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)

Do you me to do it
Come me now, uhh