Luyện nghe bài hát Roc the Mic

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

Sigel]:
It's B. Sig in the with Young Free
And I got what it takes to rock the mic
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 neck when I'm
Chicks wood when I'm travelin'
Fuck a Lex cause the click fit good in the
Slide through your hood an avalanche
Take a flick if you get a chance get that
Fuck an advance, cause I get dough
Beef with me, enemies come with me for breakfast
Guaranteed to eat toast
I'm reckless, firestarter, heat your
A starvin' artist that a eat ya'll tracks, so don't 'em around
I be around 'Ricans loca
They all got the toasters, don't need no
I got six leave 'em around
So I don't get left around haters around when I
In the winter, rock short sleaves reason the
With the heat blastin', keep actin' the heat
Techno Marine shinin', Marine fashion 'em down
Niggas 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 to rock the mic right, yeah
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 Young Free
And I got what it to rock the mic right, yeah
Still watch what you sy out mouth
50 shot still will turn the club out, ho

[Verse 2 - Sigel]:
It's Mack, daddy, young,
No he ain't the OG
Yes I is, come on test I kid
I firebomb cribs Left Eye did
Notorious like that kid, B.I.G. or small you can get it
Dead wrong, like tryin' to brawl a strong midget
I pull the nine out my I'm lyin'
I pull the Mac out the closet, start
For you cats outta pocket, stop
Take that, get back, clap
You know, low, keep firin', uh
I put the led in the gat, the go clap
I lay cats on they back, stop fuckin' with this radical 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 don't
Get folded down your way, got down your way
Keep quiet your way no lip
All of need to run yo'self
Go get the nigga, bang yo'self
Or I come with the hammer make you lose yo' health
Fast, with dashes, move like Cassius Clay
Move yay like caskets, there's a will a way
my thirst, move yay through traffic
Without Sprite, without
I do it bar break your basket
Yeah, you right, without ice
I pull up to your honey car and her basket
International player, circle the atlas
You wanna be ho playas, circle the hood
Bend backwards, without searchin' for backwoods

x2]

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 bang
Shit, shit, it's the, it's the Roc nigga, whoo, whoo,
And one, and another one...