Luyện nghe bài hát Roc the Mic

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

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

[Verse 1 -
I miss the hood when I'm travelin', get when I'm travelin'
Chicks peck 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, your folks
A starvin' that a eat ya'll tracks, so don't bring 'em around
I be around vida loca
They all got the toasters, need no gats
I got six stashed leave 'em
So I don't get around haters around when I leave
In the winter, rock short sleaves reason the
the heat blastin', keep actin' the heat blastin'
Techno Marine shinin', fashion back 'em down
Niggas gon' keep hatin' and my 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 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
Mack, daddy, young, strappy
No he the OG gangsta
Yes I is, come on don't I kid
I firebomb like Left Eye did
Notorious like Bed-Stuy kid, B.I.G. or small you can get it
Dead wrong, like tryin' to brawl a strong armored
I pull the nine out my I'm lyin'
I pull the Mac out the closet, start
For you cats outta pocket, stop
that, get back, clap iron
You know, stay low, firin', uh
I put the led in the gat, the metal go
I lay cats flat on they back, stop fuckin' this radical cat
You fuck around and a medical cat
The led'll go clap, your go back, uh
It's B. Sig in the to be
With two heater on the of me, man who's facin' me

[Verse 3 -
Big nickels your way don't trip
Get folded down way, got soldiers down your way
Keep quiet down way no lip
All of need 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, 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 right, without ice
I up to your honey car and stuff her basket
International post player, the atlas
You wanna be ho playas, circle the hood
over backwards, without searchin' for backwoods

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All of ya'll to run yo'self
Go get the nigga 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,
And one, and another one...