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!

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

Murphy eighteen entertainin 'em
Twenty-one I'm clubbin' 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 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 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 chumps up in my trunk
And I take 'em real far to a safe place to

It's Mister
I'm with ya go head and lay down
Finance a pay-down, what I said now?
See how I procede caution
My whip crack all you niggas in horses
Randy Moss', I play I wanna
Nut check, gut check, 'cause I say I wanna
Around six in the six the throwback
Sixers, six Julius Irv'
Cris and the herb, make it to swirve
Throw your hands up, if you didn't bang your rim on the
You hit while you was makin a turn
I strike a nerve and old MC's a comeback
I got repsect but it's lost and a fact
Like K, nooone here said your name
R, You really guilty 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? Matter fact the fuck out the kitchen
kickin' with too many dimensions
Mid west, and we aim mid chest
Duked on my side, too many in my
Coupe outside who the fuck want a

It's Nelly in the place Murph Lee
And I got it takes to rock the mic right yeah!
You better watch you say around herre
'Cause somethin 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 takes to the D-E yeah

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