Luyện nghe bài hát Roc the Mic

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

Sigel]:
It's B. Sig in the place with Young
And I got what it to rock the mic right
Still watch what you say out mouth
Cause 50 shots still burn the club out

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

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

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

[Verse 2 - Beanie
Mack, daddy, young, strappy
No he ain't the OG
Yes I is, come on test I kid
I firebomb cribs like Eye did
Notorious like Bed-Stuy kid, B.I.G. or small you can get it
wrong, like tryin' to brawl a strong armored midget
I pull the nine out my I'm lyin'
I pull the Mac out the closet, firin'
For you cats outta pocket, stop
Take that, get back, iron
You know, stay low, firin', uh
I put the led in the gat, the metal go
I lay flat 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 waist of me, man who's me

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

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