Luyện nghe bài hát Pop 4 Roc

Alright
Would ya love me?
Would ya me? Watch this yo
I know ya me, alright
I know ya me, Clue
Would ya me? Brand new Duro
Would ya hate me? I ya love me
Feel yo

See me comin' through hair just a slinging my shit
With something Gucci on clinging to my hips
With the Star Tech ringing in the icy ears, neck
Fingers for years got the show wild with the out
Shit I don't fuck with no nigga, I rock Prada, Chanel
And Fendi nigga, what do with your little blunts

And Henney I'ma Major Coin with a pretty Bentley
Nigga my niggas will ride for me, you see all the things
They buy for me, it's obvious how I spend my around ballers
All day don't have to spend a dime, callin' up room service
It's time get my tan on in the tropics in the winter time nigga

Would ya me? If we couldn't cop the drop
Would ya hate me? If we couldn't the top
I know ya me 'cuz you know we pop 4 Roc
I know ya hate me 'cuz you know we got shit

Would ya love me? If we couldn't cop the
Would ya hate me? If we drop the top
I know ya love me 'cuz you we pop 4 Roc
I know ya hate me and you know we got shit

We gon' stop here get this clear the general of the Roc in here
Siegal hottest thing on the block this year, keep the ego
We been bound to the top ya forget about it you don't know me
Yo stop the stares I've about it pop you then pop ya peers
You know how I do six coup, top be clear, you how
I play low layer catch Siegal in the kitchen balloon
In the pie, y'all whom to buy, y'all niggas know if y'all cross

Mac soon to die 'cuz you know I bring heat like June and July
Spit like August I'm the I'm not lying I'm the reason why Jay
Feel comfortable retiring I gotta laugh 'cuz y'all work hard at this
Think about yo I just started this shit, imagine if I put my heart
In this shit sight y'all niggas feel me right God damn yo
I barely write but every rhyme be in like a pair of Nike's

ya love me? If we couldn't cop the drop
Would ya hate me? If we drop the top
I know ya me 'cuz you know we pop 4 Roc
I know ya hate me 'cuz you we got shit locked

ya love me? If we couldn't cop the drop
Would ya hate me? If we couldn't the top
I know ya me 'cuz you know we pop 4 Roc
I know ya me and you know we got shit locked

Yo, yo, I'm gold now, Memph Man coming of age
And I'm grown now sittin' on chrome now, I'm the gun
I get it on with anyone, I've in thirty beefs shit I'm barely 21
Guns I hold 'em like offensive linemen, 'em back to the streets
a brick on consignment interlining of the Mark Buchanan
Spark two hammers Memph Man gold the understanding

We engage in war we elope orange juice style
Beat niggas to a we broke nigga you just told
3 jokes me, Biggs, and Dame we get some
See the six me and Biggs live in the Range
Mines platinum his Champagne, niggas whisper
If they talk they slain, y'all's was looking for me

On the charts the came, left the same night
In the morning the chicks came I use rap to put
Shit in my name the death's a matter of time the
Hit's been arranged contracts the shits in your
Name, just to rap niggas I'm the king mother fuck
The ring mami kiss the chain I don't got to waste on y'all

I'm don't think with my or chase my balls I'm a hustla
Hit me an eighth of raw and when I get on top
I'ma blaze all y'all 'em laced some more I know you
Want some things I drink a lot of water mami come
Chicks I pump her then dump her we got 'em bumper
To bumper rap niggas y'all are numbered, nobody
nothin' next summer, yeah

Would ya me? If we couldn't cop the drop
Would ya hate me? If we couldn't the top
I ya love me 'cuz you know we pop 4 Roc
I know ya hate me you know we got shit locked

ya love me? If we couldn't cop the drop
Would ya hate me? If we drop the top
I ya love me 'cuz you know we pop 4 Roc
I know ya me and you know we got shit locked

Yeah R-O-C for the 2 triple O, you me
You are about to witness a dynasty like no
Siegal, The General Amil-lion, Diana Ross of the ROC
Memph Bleek, God
Jigga Man, get mind right niggas