Luyện nghe bài hát Roc the Mic

[Beanie Ho, ho
[Freeway]:
[Beanie Sigel]:
Bounce, bounce, bounce

[Beanie
It's B. Sig in the place Young Free
And I got what it takes to the mic right
Still what you say out your mouth
50 shots still will burn the club out

[Verse 1 -
I miss the hood when I'm travelin', get neck when I'm
Chicks peck when I'm travelin'
Fuck a Lex cause the fit good in the Caravan
Slide through hood like an avalanche
Take a flick if you get a chance get that
Fuck an advance, I get that dough
Beef me, enemies come sleep with me for breakfast
to eat this toast
I'm reckless, firestarter, heat folks
A starvin' artist that a eat ya'll tracks, so don't 'em around
I be around 'Ricans vida
all got the toasters, don't need no gats
I got six leave 'em around
So I don't get left around haters around I leave
In the winter, rock short sleaves the pound
the heat blastin', keep actin' the heat blastin'
Techno shinin', Marine fashion back 'em down
Niggas gon' keep hatin' and my gon' keep grindin'
movin', lockin' the town

It's in the place with B. Sig
And I got what it takes to rock the mic right,
Still watch what you say to me
Cause I got it takes to dump the AK clip

Sigel]:
It's B. Sig in the place Young Free
And I got it takes to rock the mic right, yeah
Still watch what you sy out mouth
Cause 50 shot will turn the club out, ho

[Verse 2 - Beanie
It's Mack, daddy, young,
No he the OG gangsta
Yes I is, come on test I kid
I cribs like Left Eye did
Notorious like that kid, B.I.G. or small you can get it
Dead wrong, like to brawl a strong armored midget
I pull the out my pocket I'm lyin'
I the Mac out the closet, start firin'
For you cats outta pocket, stop
that, get back, clap iron
You know, stay low, firin', uh
I put the led in the gat, the metal go
I lay cats flat on they back, fuckin' with this radical cat
You fuck and need a medical cat
The led'll go clap, your go back, uh
It's B. Sig in the to be
With two heater on the waist of me, man facin' me

[Verse 3 -
Big nickels down way don't trip
Get folded down your way, got soldiers your way
Keep quiet down way no lip
All of ya'll need to run
Go get the burna nigga, yo'self
Or I come through with the make you lose yo' health
Fast, roll with dashes, move Cassius Clay
Move yay caskets, there's a will there's a way
Obey my thirst, yay through traffic
Without Sprite, Nike's
I just do it bar break basket
Yeah, you right, without ice
I pull up to your car and stuff her basket
post player, circle the atlas
You wanna be ho playas, circle the hood
Bend over backwards, searchin' for backwoods

x2]

All of ya'll to run yo'self
Go get the nigga bang yo'self
All of ya'll to run yo'self
Go get the burna bang yo'self
Shit, shit, the, it's the Roc nigga, whoo, whoo, whoo
And one, and another one...