Luyện nghe bài hát Roc the Mic

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

Sigel]:
It's B. Sig in the place with Young
And I got it takes to rock the mic right
Still watch what you say out your
50 shots still will burn the club out

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

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

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

[Verse 2 - Sigel]:
Mack, daddy, young, strappy
No he ain't the OG
Yes I is, come on don't I kid
I firebomb like Left Eye did
Notorious like that 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, firin'
For you outta pocket, stop tryin'
Take that, get back, iron
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' this radical cat
You fuck around and a medical cat
The go clap, your head'll go back, uh
It's B. Sig in the 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 soldiers down way
Keep quiet down way no lip
All of ya'll to run yo'self
Go get the burna nigga, bang
Or I come through with the make you lose yo' health
Fast, with dashes, move like Cassius Clay
Move yay like caskets, there's a there's a way
Obey my thirst, move yay traffic
Without Sprite, without
I just do it bar break your
Yeah, you right, without ice
I pull up to your honey car and her basket
International player, circle the atlas
You don't wanna be ho playas, the hood
Bend over backwards, searchin' for backwoods

x2]

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