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, the one right here baby!
I you dog!

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

I bring the hood when I'm
backwoods unraveling
Scrap good when we traveling
Forget the 'cause the K's fit good 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 strap your folks (strap, your, folks)
Who want beef with 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 Wesson
Bring the broads down ribbons
(Leave a mess in crib)
Caught a nigga?
(You fucking with 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 your (Then rise)
Set up shop and distribute where you
It's Freeway in the place with my
And we got it takes to dump the K, flip your ride!

B Sig in the place with State P
And I got what it takes to 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 with 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 takes to dump the D-E

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

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

Murphy 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 can't get Nelly you'a settle for who
Two toy carrier, two
One that seats six asses
Twenty-Twos to the masses
glasses, blow 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 to the block
They be like "maybe I was off selling rocks"
I'm Murphey Lee in the place to be
And I got enough skunk to fill the blunt
I trips with chumps up in my trunk
And I take 'em real far to a safe place to

It's countdown
I'm with ya dirty go and lay down
a pay-down, heard what I said now?
See how I procede caution
My crack fast all you niggas in horses
Randy Moss', I when I wanna
Nut check, gut check, I say what I wanna
six in the six with the throwback
Sixers, number six Irv'
Cris and the herb, make it to swirve
Throw your hands up, if you didn't bang rim on the curb
You gettin't hit while you was makin a
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 said your
R, You really feeling bout something man
S, Sad to see you really just just
One hit please please!
You the first old man who should get a rapper's
No we ain't system call mic invention
I'm snitching? fact stay the fuck 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 want a ride?

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

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