Luyện nghe bài hát Roc The Mic

You we had to do a remix right?
Ho! Ho! Ho! Ho! (free)
All you Gunnerz!
Hey Just, the one right here baby!
I you dog!

It's B Sig in the place State P
And we got it takes to rock the mic right yeah!
Still watch you say to B. Sig
'Cause I still will your ass the fuck out

I the hood when I'm traveling
Scrap backwoods
Scrap smoke good we traveling
Forget the Mac's 'cause the K's fit good in the
I clap up your hood the hammer man
Bring your gat, better bust it if you get close
You're scared to clap better your folks (strap, your, folks)
Who want with State P,
Enemies try to to me
they don't get that close

It's Free,
Blow trees Mac Mittens
(No we didn't) Yes we did!
(Switch beginnings) Smith and Wesson
Bring the down with ribbons
(Leave a mess in crib)
Caught a play
(You fucking some made niggas)
Hit him with the AK (free no you didn't)
Yes I did
Overpayed shit? Wait a minute, this fakin
Snatch the up out his crib
(Then slide, uh)
I'm like the with your pies (Then rise)
Set up shop and where you live
It's Freeway in the with my squad
And we got what it takes to the K, flip your ride!

It's B Sig in the with State P
And I got it takes to rock the mic right yeah!
Still watch what you say to Young
50 shots still will turn the club out ho

It's Freeway in the with State P
And we got what it to the rock the mic right Yeah!
Still what you say to B Sig
we got what it takes to dump the D-E yeah

It's Nelly in the place with Lee
And I got it takes to rock the mic right yeah!
You better what you say around herre
'Cause theres somethin on my waste to make the whole place

It's Murph dun in the with Nelly
And I got what it takes to the mic right yeah!
You watch what you say to my face
'Cause I got it takes to shake the whole place

Murphy eighteen entertainin 'em
Twenty-one when I'm it
Fake ID for the of it
I'm a school boy, somewhat new boy
If you can't get Nelly you'a for who boy?
Two toy carrier, two
One truck seats six asses
Twenty-Twos to confuse the
Remove glasses, blow up in my ashes
I used to drive my stuff
Now the school boy puttin' twenties on the Pop truck
I make go back to the block
They be "maybe I was better off selling rocks"
I'm Murphey Lee in the place to be
And I got skunk to fill the whole blunt
I take trips with chumps up in my
And I take 'em real far to a place to dump

It's countdown
I'm with ya dirty go head and lay
Finance a pay-down, what I said now?
See how I with caution
My whip crack all you niggas in horses
Randy Moss', I play I wanna
Nut check, gut check, I say what I wanna
Around six in the six with the
Sixers, number six Irv'
and the herb, make it hard to swirve
Throw your hands up, if you didn't bang your rim on the
You gettin't hit while you was a turn
I a nerve and old MC's wantin' a comeback
I got repsect but it's lost and that's a
Like K, nooone here even your name
R, You really feeling guilty bout man
S, Sad to see you just want just
One more hit please!
You the first old man who should get a pension
No we ain't system call mic invention
I'm snitching? Matter stay the fuck out the kitchen
Nelly kickin' with too many
Mid west, and we aim mid chest
Duked on my side, too in my tribe
Coupe outside who the fuck want a

It's Nelly in the place Murph Lee
And I got what it takes to rock the mic yeah!
You better what you say around herre
'Cause theres somethin on my waste to the whole place break

It's Freeway in the place with P
And we got it takes to the rock the mic right yeah!
Still what you say to B Sig
'Cause we got it takes to dump the D-E yeah

All a y'all to one yo self
Go get the burner nigga yo-self!
All a y'all to one yo self
Go get the burner nigga yo-self!
yeah! It's the, it's the Roc nigga
Ho! Ho! Ho! Ho! Ho!