Luyện nghe bài hát Roc the Mic

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

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

[Verse 1 -
I miss the hood I'm travelin', get neck when I'm travelin'
Chicks peck wood when I'm
a Lex cause the click fit good in the Caravan
Slide through your like an avalanche
Take a flick if you get a chance get close
Fuck an advance, cause I get that
with me, enemies come sleep 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 bring 'em
I be around 'Ricans vida
They all got the toasters, don't need no
I got six stashed 'em around
So I don't get left haters around when I leave
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', lockin' the

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

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

2 - Beanie Sigel]:
It's Mack, daddy, young,
No he ain't the OG
Yes I is, come on don't 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 the nine out my pocket I'm lyin'
I pull the Mac out the closet, start
For you cats pocket, stop tryin'
that, get back, clap iron
You know, low, keep firin', uh
I put the led in the gat, the metal go
I lay cats flat on they back, stop with this radical cat
You around and need a medical cat
The led'll go clap, your 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 down your way don't trip
Get folded down way, got soldiers down your way
Keep quiet down way no lip
All of ya'll to run yo'self
Go get the burna nigga, yo'self
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, yay through traffic
Without Sprite, Nike's
I just do it bar break basket
Yeah, you damn right, ice
I pull up to your car and stuff her basket
International post player, the atlas
You don't wanna be ho playas, circle the
Bend backwards, without searchin' for backwoods

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