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, this the one here baby!
I you dog!

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

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

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

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

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

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

Murph dun in the place with Nelly
And I got it takes 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 Lee's entertainin 'em
Twenty-one when I'm it
ID for the fuck 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 that seats six asses
Twenty-Twos to confuse the
Remove glasses, blow smoke up in my
I to drive my mama stuff
Now the school boy puttin' twenties on the Pop truck
I make rappers go to the block
be like "maybe I was better off selling rocks"
I'm Murphey Lee in the to be punk
And I got enough skunk to fill the whole
I trips with chumps up in my trunk
And I take 'em real far to a place to dump

Mister countdown
I'm with ya dirty go head and lay
Finance a pay-down, heard I said now?
See how I with caution
My whip crack fast all you in horses
Moss', I play when I wanna
Nut check, gut check, 'cause I say I wanna
Around six in the six with the
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 gettin't hit while you was a turn
I strike a nerve and old MC's a comeback
I got but it's lost and that's a fact
Like K, nooone here even said name
R, You really feeling bout something man
S, Sad to see you just want just
One hit please please!
You the first old man who get a rapper's pension
No we ain't system this mic invention
I'm snitching? Matter stay the fuck out the kitchen
kickin' with too many dimensions
Mid west, and we aim mid chest
Duked on my side, too in my tribe
Coupe outside who the want a ride?

It's Nelly in the place with 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 make the place break

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