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 here baby!
I you dog!

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

I the hood when I'm traveling
backwoods unraveling
Scrap smoke good we traveling
the Mac's 'cause the K's fit good in the Caravan
I clap up your 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 with State P,
try to speak to me
Negative they don't get that

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

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

It's Freeway in the place 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 takes to the D-E yeah

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

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

Murphy Lee's eighteen 'em
Twenty-one I'm clubbin' it
ID for the fuck of it
I'm just a school boy, 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
glasses, blow smoke up in my ashes
I used to my mama stuff
Now the school boy twenties on the Bomb Pop truck
I rappers go back to the block
They be like "maybe I was better off rocks"
I'm Murphey Lee in the place to be
And I got enough to fill the whole blunt
I take trips with up in my trunk
And I 'em real far to a safe place to dump

It's Mister
I'm with ya dirty go head and lay
Finance a pay-down, heard what I now?
See how I procede with
My crack fast all you niggas in horses
Moss', I play when I wanna
Nut check, gut check, I say what I wanna
Around six in the six with the
Sixers, number six Irv'
Cris and the herb, it hard to swirve
Throw your up, if you didn't bang your rim on the curb
You hit while you was makin a turn
I a nerve and old MC's wantin' a comeback
I got but it's lost and that's a fact
Like K, nooone here even your name
R, You really feeling guilty bout man
S, Sad to see you just want just
One more hit please!
You the old man who should get a rapper's 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 mid chest
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 the mic right yeah!
You better watch you say around herre
'Cause theres on my waste to make the whole place break

It's Freeway in the place with 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 to dump the D-E yeah

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