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 right baby!
I you dog!

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

I bring the when I'm traveling
Scrap unraveling
Scrap good when we traveling
Forget the Mac's the K's fit good in the Caravan
I up your hood like 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 beef State P,
Enemies try to to me
Negative they get that close

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

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

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

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

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

Murphy Lee's eighteen 'em
Twenty-one I'm clubbin' it
Fake ID for the of it
I'm a school boy, somewhat new boy
If you can't get Nelly you'a settle for who
Two toy carrier, two
One truck that six asses
Twenty-Twos to the masses
Remove glasses, smoke up in my ashes
I used to my mama stuff
Now the school boy puttin' on the Bomb Pop truck
I make go back to the block
They be like "maybe I was off selling rocks"
I'm Lee in the place to be punk
And I got enough skunk to fill the whole
I take trips with up in my trunk
And I take 'em real far to a place to dump

Mister countdown
I'm with ya dirty go and lay down
Finance a pay-down, heard what I now?
See how I procede with
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 the throwback
Sixers, number six Julius
Cris and the herb, make it to swirve
Throw your hands up, if you didn't bang rim on the curb
You hit while you was makin 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 feeling guilty bout something man
S, Sad to see you really want just
One more hit please!
You the first old man who should get a pension
No we ain't system this mic invention
I'm snitching? Matter fact stay the fuck out the
Nelly with too many dimensions
Mid west, and we aim mid chest
Duked on my side, too many in my
Coupe outside who the want a ride?

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

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

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