Luyện nghe bài hát Memph Bleek Iz

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

1: The Game]
Skip through the blueprint one bang this what's
Bleek one hit away but he didn't know The Game was pitchin
Balls faster Roger Clemens nigga you're too big for your britches
Two albums not make you a hitter
Might make you a little richer but don't forget the big
All of those make you a fag but money Little Richard
Take your faggot ass picture put it to Gulliany
Run you for your roc-a-wear fit and beat you with the
Drag ass down to Alby Square
Call Beans, Jay, Freeway, Biggs, I'll be there
Compton me ask Nas queens is with me
You ain't sold crack in your life I'm takin your fiends with me
get me
My guns smoke like Robert
Two shots and a he got a room in Kings County
And you live or sit in a box
Depending on how it NYPD to respond to the shot

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

[Verse 2: The
See what the is too much east coast dick lickin
And everybody to do their best 2pac rendition
they wonder how I live with 5 shots
Niggaz is to kill on my block
When you was in the streets of age
I was in the pumpin the gauge
While you was rappin I was makin it
On the with a k
While you was with the roc on the
I had on the stage
On for the front page we know that you front
You be on sunset doin Gettin your punk ass stunt
You gon respect us or that fo' rippin through the
And you know who you are deaf nigga'll get the
Malik or M-E-M-P-H
Fuck around and be a B-I-T-C-H
'cause all that yappin dude will get guns dude
And stop Memphis from dude, huh

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

[Verse 3: The
It took me a while but I am now understandin
Jay fucked up in the first round when he picked olo candy
Did olo in the second, nigga take it me
The Roc get knocked off the bounce till you up beans
Add freeway to the team but the ugly bitch
Trade the Marcy 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 beef I have your body all over New York
Leg in jersey arm in Brooklyn head buried in park
You even borrow from New York no more like john Storch
And I ain't talkin to him I'm to Malik Cox
And I got a pine box for a like you
Streets is talkin how many real niggaz you
Hit LAX remember you come to the coast
Niggaz don't play with they lives when it to the toast

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