Luyện nghe bài hát Roc the Mic

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

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

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

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

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

[Verse 2 - Beanie
It's Mack, daddy, young,
No he ain't the OG
Yes I is, on don't test I kid
I cribs like Left Eye did
Notorious like that kid, B.I.G. or small you can get it
Dead wrong, tryin' to brawl a strong armored midget
I pull the nine out my pocket I'm
I pull the Mac out the closet, start
For you cats outta pocket, tryin'
that, get back, clap iron
You know, low, keep firin', uh
I put the led in the gat, the metal go
I lay cats on they back, stop fuckin' with this radical cat
You fuck around and a medical cat
The led'll go clap, head'll go back, uh
It's B. Sig in the to be
With two heater on the of me, man who's facin' me

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

x2]

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