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, the one right here baby!
I you dog!

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

I bring the when I'm traveling
Scrap unraveling
Scrap good when we traveling
Forget the Mac's 'cause the K's fit in the Caravan
I clap up 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 with P,
Enemies try to to me
they don't get that close

It's Free,
trees with Mac Mittens
(No we didn't) Yes we did!
(Switch beginnings) and Wesson precision
Bring the broads down with
(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
shit? Wait 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 Freeway in the place my squad
And we got what it takes to dump the K, your ride!

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

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 the D-E yeah

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

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

Lee's eighteen entertainin 'em
Twenty-one when I'm it
ID for the fuck of it
I'm just a boy, somewhat new boy
If you can't get you'a settle for who boy?
Two toy carrier, two
One that seats six asses
to confuse the masses
Remove glasses, blow up in my ashes
I used to my mama stuff
Now the boy puttin' twenties on the Bomb Pop truck
I make rappers go back to the
They be "maybe I was better off selling rocks"
I'm Murphey Lee in the to be punk
And I got enough skunk to the whole blunt
I trips with chumps up in my trunk
And I take 'em real far to a safe place to

Mister countdown
I'm with ya go head and lay down
Finance a pay-down, heard I said now?
See how I with caution
My whip crack fast all you niggas in
Randy Moss', I play when I
Nut check, gut check, I say what I wanna
Around six in the six with the
Sixers, six Julius Irv'
Cris and the herb, make it hard to
Throw your hands up, if you bang your rim on the curb
You hit while you was makin a turn
I strike a nerve and old wantin' a comeback
I got repsect but it's lost and a fact
Like K, nooone here said 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 rapper's
No we ain't system this mic invention
I'm snitching? fact stay the fuck out the kitchen
Nelly with too many dimensions
Mid west, and we aim about mid
Duked on my side, too many in my
outside who the fuck want a ride?

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

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