Luyện nghe bài hát Roc the Mic

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

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

1 - Freeway]:
I miss the hood when I'm travelin', get when I'm travelin'
Chicks peck wood when I'm
Fuck a Lex cause the fit good in the Caravan
Slide your hood like an avalanche
Take a flick if you get a chance get that
Fuck an advance, cause I get dough
Beef with me, come sleep with me for breakfast
Guaranteed to eat this
I'm reckless, firestarter, your folks
A starvin' artist that a eat ya'll tracks, so bring 'em around
I be 'Ricans vida loca
They all got the toasters, don't need no
I got six leave 'em around
So I don't get left around haters around when I
In the winter, rock short sleaves the pound
With the heat blastin', keep the heat blastin'
Marine shinin', Marine fashion back 'em down
Niggas gon' hatin' 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

[Beanie
It's B. Sig in the place with Free
And I got what it to rock the mic right, yeah
Still watch what you sy out mouth
Cause 50 shot will 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 cribs like Left Eye did
like that Bed-Stuy kid, B.I.G. or small you can get it
Dead wrong, like tryin' to brawl a strong midget
I pull the nine out my pocket I'm
I the Mac out the closet, start firin'
For you cats outta pocket, tryin'
Take that, get back, clap
You know, stay low, firin', uh
I put the led in the gat, the go clap
I lay cats flat on back, stop fuckin' with 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 down your way, got soldiers down your way
quiet down your way no lip
All of need to run yo'self
Go get the burna nigga, yo'self
Or I come through with the hammer make you lose yo'
Fast, roll with dashes, move like Clay
Move yay like caskets, there's a will a way
my thirst, move yay through traffic
Without Sprite, Nike's
I do it bar break your basket
Yeah, you damn right, ice
I pull up to your honey car and 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 need to run
Go get the burna bang yo'self
All of need to run yo'self
Go get the burna nigga bang
Shit, shit, the, it's the Roc nigga, whoo, whoo, whoo
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