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 the mic right
Still what you say out your mouth
Cause 50 shots will burn the club out

1 - Freeway]:
I miss the hood when I'm travelin', get neck I'm travelin'
Chicks wood when I'm travelin'
Fuck a Lex cause the click fit in the Caravan
Slide through your hood like an
a flick if you get a chance get that close
Fuck an advance, I get that dough
Beef with me, come sleep with me for breakfast
Guaranteed to eat this
I'm reckless, firestarter, heat your
A starvin' artist that a eat ya'll tracks, so bring 'em around
I be around 'Ricans vida
They all got the toasters, don't no gats
I got six leave 'em around
So I don't get left around haters around when I
In the winter, rock short sleaves the pound
With the blastin', keep actin' the heat blastin'
Techno shinin', Marine fashion back 'em down
Niggas gon' keep hatin' and my click keep grindin'
Keep movin', the town

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

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

2 - Beanie Sigel]:
It's Mack, daddy, young,
No he the OG gangsta
Yes I is, come on test I kid
I cribs like Left Eye did
like 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 out my pocket I'm lyin'
I pull the Mac out the closet, start
For you cats outta pocket, tryin'
that, get back, clap iron
You know, stay low, firin', uh
I put the led in the gat, the go clap
I lay flat on they back, stop fuckin' with this radical cat
You fuck around and need a cat
The go clap, your head'll go back, uh
B. Sig in the place to be
With two heater on the waist of me, man facin' me

[Verse 3 -
Big nickels down your way trip
Get folded down your way, got 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 with the hammer make you lose yo'
Fast, roll with dashes, like Cassius Clay
Move yay like caskets, there's a there's a way
Obey my thirst, yay through traffic
Without Sprite, Nike's
I just do it bar break basket
Yeah, you right, without ice
I up to your honey car and stuff her basket
International post player, circle the
You wanna be ho playas, circle 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 to run yo'self
Go get the burna nigga yo'self
Shit, shit, it's the, it's the Roc nigga, whoo, whoo,
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