Luyện nghe bài hát Roc the Mic

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

[Beanie
It's B. Sig in the with Young 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 when I'm travelin', get neck 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, I get that dough
with me, enemies come sleep with me for breakfast
Guaranteed to eat toast
I'm reckless, firestarter, your folks
A artist that a eat ya'll tracks, so don't bring 'em around
I be around 'Ricans loca
all got the toasters, don't need no gats
I got six leave 'em around
So I don't get left around haters around when I
In the winter, short sleaves reason the pound
With the heat blastin', keep actin' the blastin'
Techno shinin', Marine fashion back 'em down
gon' keep hatin' 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 the mic right, yeah
Still watch what you say to me
I got what it takes to dump the AK clip

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

2 - Beanie Sigel]:
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 Bed-Stuy kid, B.I.G. or small you can get it
Dead wrong, tryin' to brawl a strong armored midget
I pull the out my pocket I'm lyin'
I pull the Mac out the closet, start
For you cats outta pocket, stop
Take that, get back, clap
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 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

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

x2]

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