Luyện nghe bài hát Roc The Mic

You know we had to do a remix
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 to rock the mic right yeah!
Still what you say to B. Sig
'Cause I still will knock your ass the out

I bring the hood when I'm
Scrap backwoods
Scrap smoke 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 that
You're scared to better strap your folks (strap, your, folks)
Who want with State P,
try to speak to me
Negative don't get that close

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

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

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

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

It's Murph dun in the place with
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 eighteen entertainin 'em
Twenty-one I'm clubbin' it
ID for the fuck of it
I'm just a boy, somewhat new boy
If you can't get Nelly you'a settle for who
Two toy carrier, two
One truck that seats six
Twenty-Twos to confuse the
glasses, blow smoke up in my ashes
I to drive my mama stuff
Now the school boy twenties on the Bomb Pop truck
I make rappers go to the block
They be like "maybe I was better off rocks"
I'm Lee in the place to be punk
And I got skunk to fill the whole blunt
I take trips with chumps up in my
And I 'em real far to a safe place to dump

Mister countdown
I'm with ya dirty go and lay down
a pay-down, heard what I said now?
See how I procede caution
My whip crack fast all you niggas in
Randy Moss', I play when I
Nut check, gut check, 'cause I say what I
Around six in the six with the
Sixers, number six Julius
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 while you was makin a
I strike a nerve and old MC's wantin' a
I got but it's lost and that's a fact
Like K, here even said your name
R, You really guilty bout something man
S, Sad to see you really just want
One more hit please!
You the first old man who should get a rapper's
No we ain't system call this mic
I'm snitching? Matter fact stay the fuck out the
Nelly kickin' with too 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 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 Freeway in the place State P
And we got what it takes to the rock the mic yeah!
Still what you say to B Sig
we got what 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 need to one yo
Go get the burner bang yo-self!
Yeah yeah! It's the, the Roc nigga
Ho! Ho! Ho! Ho! Ho!