Luyện nghe bài hát Roc The Mic

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

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

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

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

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 to dump the D-E yeah

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

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

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 that seats six asses
Twenty-Twos to the masses
glasses, blow smoke up in my ashes
I to drive my mama stuff
Now the school boy puttin' twenties on the Pop truck
I make go back to the block
They be like "maybe I was off selling rocks"
I'm Murphey Lee in the to be punk
And I got enough skunk to fill the blunt
I trips with chumps up in my trunk
And I take 'em real far to a safe place to

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

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

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

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 nigga bang yo-self!
yeah! It's the, it's the Roc nigga
Ho! Ho! Ho! Ho! Ho!