Luyện nghe bài hát Roc the Mic

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

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

[Verse 1 -
I the hood when I'm travelin', get neck when I'm travelin'
Chicks peck wood I'm travelin'
Fuck a Lex cause the click fit good in the
through your hood like an avalanche
Take a flick if you get a chance get that
Fuck an advance, cause I get that
Beef with me, enemies come with me for breakfast
to eat this toast
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 around haters around when I leave
In the winter, rock short sleaves reason the
the heat blastin', keep actin' the heat blastin'
Techno shinin', Marine fashion back 'em down
Niggas gon' keep hatin' and my click gon' grindin'
Keep movin', lockin' the

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

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

[Verse 2 - Beanie
It's Mack, daddy, young,
No he the OG gangsta
Yes I is, on don't test I kid
I firebomb like Left Eye did
Notorious like that kid, B.I.G. or small you can get it
Dead wrong, like tryin' to brawl a strong armored
I pull the out my pocket I'm lyin'
I pull the Mac out the closet, firin'
For you outta pocket, stop tryin'
Take that, get back, clap
You know, stay low, firin', uh
I put the led in the gat, the go clap
I lay cats flat on they back, stop fuckin' with this 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 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 burna nigga, yo'self
Or I come with the hammer make you lose yo' health
Fast, roll with dashes, move like Cassius
Move yay like caskets, there's a there's 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 stuff her
International post player, the atlas
You don't wanna be ho playas, the hood
Bend over backwards, without for backwoods

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All of need to run yo'self
Go get the burna nigga bang
All of ya'll 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...