Luyện nghe bài hát Memph Bleek Iz

[The talking]
The young Roy Jones of rap shit
Somebody bout to get knocked the fucked out man
You better tell your boy somethin, you tell him somethin

[Verse 1: The
through the blueprint one bang this what's mentioned
Bleek you're one hit away but he know The Game was pitchin
Balls faster than Roger Clemens you're too big for your britches
Two gold albums not make you a
Might you a little richer but don't forget the big picture
All of those make you a fag but money like Richard
Take your ass picture put it next to Gulliany
Run you for roc-a-wear fit and beat you with the Tommy
Drag your ass down to Square
Beans, Jay, Freeway, Biggs, Dame I'll be there
Compton me ask Nas queens is with me
You ain't never sold crack in your life I'm your fiends with me
get me
My guns smoke Robert Downey
Two and a pound he got a room in Kings County
And you live or sit in a box
Depending on how long it NYPD to respond to the

[Chorus: The
Bleek...Memph Bleek...Memph Bleek
Memph Bleek...Memph Bleek...Memph

2: The Game]
See what the is too much east coast dick lickin
And everybody tryin to do their best rendition
Listen they wonder how I live 5 shots
is hard to kill on my block
When you was in the comin of age
I was in the streets the gauge
you was rappin I was makin it happen
On the block a k
While you was the roc on the stage
I had rocks on the
On for the front page we know that you front
You be on sunset doin what? Gettin your ass stunt
You gon respect us or that fo' through the vests
And you know who you are deaf get the message
or M-E-M-P-H Bleek
Fuck around and be a B-I-T-C-H
'cause all that yappin dude will get guns dude
And stop Memphis rappin dude, huh

[Chorus: The
Bleek...Memph Bleek...Memph Bleek
Memph Bleek...Memph Bleek...Memph

3: The Game]
It took me a little while but I am now
Jay fucked up in the first round when he olo with candy
Did olo in the second, take it from me
The Roc get knocked off the bounce till you picked up
Add freeway to the but move the ugly bitch
Trade the reject for Cam'ron and Lil' Chris
Now the squad 5 is 6 man is Neef
Fans in the stand yellin out fuck Bleek
You want I have your body parts all over New York
Leg in jersey arm in Brooklyn head in central park
You even borrow from New York no more like john Storch
And I ain't talkin to him I'm talkin to Cox
And I got a box for a nigga like you
Streets is how many real niggaz like you
Hit LAX remember when you to the coast
don't play with they lives when it comes to the toast

[Chorus: The
Bleek...Memph Bleek...Memph Bleek
Memph Bleek...Memph Bleek...Memph