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, 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 your ass the fuck out

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

Free, listen
Blow with Mac Mittens
(No we didn't) Yes we did!
(Switch beginnings) Smith and precision
the broads down with ribbons
(Leave a mess in crib)
a play nigga?
(You with some made niggas)
Hit him the AK nigga (free no you didn't)
Yes I did
Overpayed shit? a minute, when this fakin
Snatch the up out his crib
(Then slide, uh)
I'm like the baker your pies (Then rise)
Set up shop and where you live
Freeway in the place with my squad
And we got what it to dump 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 you say to Young freak
50 shots still will turn the club out ho

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

It's in the place 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 the whole place break

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

Murphy eighteen entertainin '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 seats six
to confuse the masses
Remove glasses, smoke up in my ashes
I used to my mama stuff
Now the school boy puttin' twenties on the Pop truck
I make rappers go back to the
They be like "maybe I was off selling rocks"
I'm Murphey Lee in the to be punk
And I got enough skunk to fill the blunt
I take trips with up in my trunk
And I take 'em real far to a place to dump

It's Mister
I'm with ya dirty go head and lay
Finance a pay-down, heard what I said
See how I with caution
My whip crack fast all you niggas in
Randy Moss', I when I wanna
Nut check, gut check, I say what I wanna
Around six in the six with the
Sixers, six Julius Irv'
Cris and the herb, it hard to swirve
Throw your hands up, if you 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 repsect but it's lost and a fact
Like K, nooone here even said your
R, You really feeling bout something man
S, Sad to see you really just want
One hit please please!
You the old man who should get a rapper's pension
No we ain't call this mic invention
I'm Matter fact stay the fuck out the kitchen
Nelly kickin' with too dimensions
Mid west, and we aim mid chest
Duked on my side, too many in my
Coupe who the fuck want a ride?

It's Nelly in the place 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 place

Freeway in the place with State P
And we got what it takes to the rock the mic 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! the, it's the Roc nigga
Ho! Ho! Ho! Ho! Ho!