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 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
backwoods unraveling
Scrap smoke good when we
the Mac's 'cause the K's fit good in the Caravan
I clap up your like 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
Negative they don't get that

Free, listen
Blow trees Mac Mittens
(No we didn't) Yes we did!
(Switch beginnings) Smith and precision
Bring the broads with ribbons
(Leave a in your crib)
Caught a nigga?
(You fucking with made niggas)
Hit him with the AK (free no you didn't)
Yes I did
Overpayed shit? a minute, when 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 dump the K, your ride!

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

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

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

It's Murph dun in the with Nelly
And I got what it 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 entertainin '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 settle for who boy?
Two toy carrier, two
One truck that six asses
Twenty-Twos to the masses
Remove glasses, blow up in my ashes
I to drive my mama stuff
Now the school boy puttin' twenties on the Bomb Pop
I make go back to the block
They be "maybe I was better off selling rocks"
I'm Lee in the place to be punk
And I got skunk to fill the whole blunt
I trips with chumps up in my trunk
And I take 'em real far to a safe place to

It's Mister
I'm with ya dirty go and lay down
Finance a pay-down, heard what I now?
See how I with caution
My whip crack fast all you in horses
Moss', I play when I wanna
Nut check, gut check, 'cause I say what I
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 your rim on the curb
You hit while you was makin a turn
I strike a nerve and old MC's wantin' a
I got repsect but lost and that's a fact
K, nooone here even said your name
R, You really feeling guilty bout 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 call mic invention
I'm snitching? Matter fact stay the fuck out the
Nelly with too many dimensions
Mid west, and we aim about mid
Duked on my side, too many in my
Coupe outside who the want a ride?

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

It's Freeway in the place 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

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