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, this the one here baby!
I you dog!

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

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

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

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

Freeway in the place with State P
And we got what it takes to the the mic right Yeah!
watch what you say to B Sig
'Cause we got what it takes to the D-E yeah

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

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

Murphy Lee's eighteen 'em
Twenty-one I'm clubbin' it
Fake ID for the of it
I'm just a school boy, new boy
If you can't get Nelly you'a for who boy?
Two toy carrier, two
One truck that six asses
to confuse the masses
Remove glasses, blow up in my ashes
I to drive my mama stuff
Now the school boy twenties on the Bomb Pop truck
I make rappers go back to the
They be like "maybe I was 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 up in my trunk
And I 'em real far to a safe place to dump

Mister countdown
I'm with ya dirty go and lay down
Finance a pay-down, what I said now?
See how I procede with
My whip crack all you niggas in horses
Randy Moss', I play when I
Nut check, gut check, 'cause I say I wanna
six in the six with the throwback
Sixers, six Julius Irv'
Cris and the herb, make it hard to
Throw your hands up, if you didn't bang rim on the curb
You gettin't hit you was makin a turn
I strike a and old MC's wantin' a comeback
I got but it's lost and that's a fact
Like K, nooone here even said your
R, You feeling guilty bout something man
S, Sad to see you really just just
One hit please please!
You the first old man who should get a pension
No we ain't system this mic invention
I'm snitching? Matter fact the fuck out the kitchen
kickin' with too many dimensions
Mid west, and we aim mid chest
on my side, too many in my tribe
Coupe outside who the want a ride?

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

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

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