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!

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

I bring the when I'm traveling
Scrap unraveling
Scrap smoke when we traveling
Forget the Mac's 'cause the K's fit in the Caravan
I clap up hood like the hammer man
Bring your gat, better it if you get that close
You're scared to clap better your folks (strap, your, folks)
Who want beef with P,
Enemies try to to me
Negative they get that close

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

It's Freeway in the place with P
And we got what it to the rock the mic right Yeah!
watch 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 what it to rock the mic right yeah!
You better watch you say around herre
'Cause theres somethin on my waste to make the whole place

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

Murphy Lee's entertainin 'em
when I'm clubbin' it
Fake ID for the of it
I'm a school boy, somewhat new boy
If you can't get you'a settle for who boy?
Two toy carrier, two
One truck that seats six
Twenty-Twos to the masses
Remove glasses, blow up in my ashes
I used to drive my mama
Now the school boy puttin' twenties on the Bomb Pop
I rappers go back to the block
They be "maybe I was better off selling rocks"
I'm Lee in the place to be punk
And I got enough skunk to fill the whole
I take with chumps up in my trunk
And I take 'em real far to a safe place to

It's Mister
I'm with ya dirty go and lay down
Finance a pay-down, heard what I said
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 what I
Around six in the six with the
Sixers, number six Julius
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 and old MC's wantin' a comeback
I got repsect but it's 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 more hit please!
You the first old man who get a rapper's pension
No we ain't system this mic invention
I'm snitching? Matter fact the fuck out the kitchen
Nelly kickin' with too many
Mid west, and we aim about mid
Duked on my side, too many in my
Coupe outside who the want a ride?

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

It's Freeway in the place with P
And we got it takes to the rock 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 nigga bang yo-self!
Yeah yeah! It's the, the Roc nigga
Ho! Ho! Ho! Ho! Ho!