Luyện nghe bài hát Roc the Mic

[Beanie Ho, ho
Bounce
[Beanie Holla
Bounce, bounce, bounce

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

1 - Freeway]:
I miss the hood when I'm travelin', get when I'm travelin'
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 with me, enemies come sleep me for breakfast
Guaranteed to eat toast
I'm reckless, firestarter, heat folks
A starvin' artist that a eat ya'll tracks, so bring 'em around
I be 'Ricans vida loca
They all got the toasters, don't no gats
I got six stashed 'em around
So I don't get left around haters when I leave
In the winter, short sleaves reason the pound
With the heat blastin', keep actin' the heat
Marine shinin', Marine fashion back 'em down
Niggas gon' keep hatin' and my gon' keep grindin'
Keep movin', lockin' the

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

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

[Verse 2 - Beanie
It's Mack, daddy, young,
No he ain't the OG
Yes I is, come on test I kid
I cribs like Left Eye did
Notorious that Bed-Stuy 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'
Take that, get back, clap
You know, low, keep 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, your go back, uh
B. Sig in the place to be
With two on the waist of me, man who's facin' me

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

x2]

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