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!

B Sig in the place 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
Scrap backwoods
smoke good 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 to clap better strap your folks (strap, your, folks)
Who want beef State P,
try to speak to me
Negative they don't get that

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

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

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

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

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

Murphy Lee's entertainin 'em
when I'm clubbin' it
Fake ID for the of it
I'm just a school boy, new boy
If you can't get Nelly you'a for who boy?
Two toy carrier, two
One truck that six asses
to confuse the masses
Remove glasses, blow smoke up in my
I used to drive my mama
Now the school boy puttin' on the Bomb Pop truck
I make go back to the block
They be "maybe I was better off selling rocks"
I'm Murphey Lee in the to be punk
And I got skunk to fill the whole blunt
I take trips with up in my trunk
And I take 'em real far to a place to dump

Mister countdown
I'm with ya dirty go and lay down
Finance a pay-down, what I said now?
See how I procede caution
My whip crack fast all you in horses
Randy Moss', I when I wanna
Nut check, gut check, 'cause I say I wanna
Around six in the six the throwback
Sixers, number six Julius
and the herb, make it hard to swirve
Throw your hands up, if you didn't bang 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 said your
R, You really feeling guilty something man
S, Sad to see you really just want
One more hit please!
You the first old man who get a rapper's pension
No we ain't system call mic invention
I'm snitching? Matter fact stay the out the kitchen
kickin' with too many dimensions
Mid west, and we aim about mid
Duked on my side, too in my tribe
Coupe outside who the fuck a ride?

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

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

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