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 place with P
And we got it takes to rock the mic right yeah!
Still what you say to B. Sig
'Cause I will knock your ass the fuck out

I bring the hood I'm traveling
Scrap backwoods
Scrap good when we traveling
Forget the Mac's 'cause the K's fit in the Caravan
I up your hood like the hammer man
Bring your gat, bust it if you get that close
You're scared to clap better strap your (strap, your, folks)
Who want beef State 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 Wesson
Bring the broads down with
(Leave a in your crib)
Caught a nigga?
(You with some 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 pies (Then rise)
Set up shop and distribute you live
It's Freeway in the place with my
And we got what it takes to the K, flip your ride!

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

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

Murph 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 takes to the whole place

Lee's eighteen entertainin 'em
Twenty-one when I'm it
Fake ID for the of it
I'm just a school boy, new boy
If you get Nelly you'a settle for who boy?
Two toy carrier, two
One truck that six asses
Twenty-Twos to the masses
Remove glasses, smoke up in my ashes
I to drive my mama stuff
Now the school boy puttin' on the Bomb Pop truck
I make go back to the block
They be like "maybe I was off selling rocks"
I'm Lee in the place to be punk
And I got enough to fill the whole blunt
I take with chumps up in my trunk
And I take 'em real far to a safe to dump

Mister countdown
I'm with ya go head and lay down
Finance a pay-down, heard I said now?
See how I procede with
My whip crack fast all you niggas in
Randy Moss', I when I wanna
Nut check, gut check, 'cause I say I wanna
six in the six with the throwback
Sixers, number six Irv'
Cris and the herb, make it to swirve
Throw your up, if you didn't bang your rim on the curb
You hit while you was makin a turn
I strike a 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 bout something man
S, Sad to see you just want just
One more hit please!
You the first old man who should get a pension
No we ain't call this mic invention
I'm snitching? fact stay the fuck out the kitchen
Nelly kickin' with too dimensions
Mid west, and we aim mid chest
on my side, too many in my tribe
Coupe outside who the fuck want a

It's Nelly in the with 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 break

It's in the place with State P
And we got what it takes to the the mic right yeah!
Still watch 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 bang yo-self!
All a y'all to one yo self
Go get the nigga bang yo-self!
Yeah yeah! It's the, the Roc nigga
Ho! Ho! Ho! Ho! Ho!