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 it takes to rock the mic right
Still watch you say out your mouth
Cause 50 shots still burn the club out

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

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

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

[Verse 2 - Beanie
Mack, daddy, young, strappy
No he the OG gangsta
Yes I is, come on test I kid
I firebomb cribs Left Eye did
Notorious like that Bed-Stuy kid, B.I.G. or you can get it
Dead wrong, like to brawl a strong armored midget
I the nine out my pocket I'm lyin'
I the Mac out the closet, start 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 metal go
I lay flat on they back, stop fuckin' with this radical cat
You fuck around and need a cat
The led'll go clap, head'll 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 your way don't trip
Get down your way, got soldiers down your way
Keep down your way no lip
All of ya'll to run yo'self
Go get the burna nigga, yo'self
Or I come through with the hammer make you yo' health
Fast, roll with dashes, move Cassius Clay
Move yay like caskets, there's a will a way
my thirst, move yay through traffic
Without Sprite, Nike's
I just do it bar break your
Yeah, you damn right, ice
I pull up to honey car and stuff her basket
International post player, the atlas
You wanna be ho playas, circle the hood
Bend over backwards, without 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 burna nigga bang
Shit, shit, it's the, it's the Roc nigga, whoo, whoo,
And one, and another one...