Luyện nghe bài hát Roc the Mic

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

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

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

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

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

[Verse 2 - Beanie
Mack, daddy, young, strappy
No he ain't the OG
Yes I is, come on test I kid
I cribs like Left Eye did
Notorious like that kid, B.I.G. or small you can get it
wrong, like tryin' to brawl a strong armored midget
I the nine out my pocket 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 flat on they back, stop fuckin' this radical cat
You around and need a medical cat
The led'll go clap, 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 way don't trip
Get down your way, got soldiers down your way
Keep 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 make you lose yo' health
Fast, roll with dashes, like Cassius Clay
Move yay like caskets, a will there's a way
my thirst, move yay through traffic
Without Sprite, without
I do it bar break your basket
Yeah, you damn right, ice
I pull up to your car and stuff her basket
International player, circle the atlas
You don't be ho playas, circle the hood
Bend over backwards, without searchin' for

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All of need to run yo'self
Go get the burna nigga yo'self
All of need 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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