Luyện nghe bài hát Roc The Mic (remix)

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!

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

I bring the when I'm traveling
Scrap backwoods
Scrap smoke when we traveling
the Mac's 'cause the K's fit good in the Caravan
I clap up hood 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 they don't get close

It's Free,
Blow trees with Mac
(No we didn't) Yes we did!
(Switch beginnings) Smith and precision
Bring the broads down ribbons
(Leave a mess in crib)
Caught a nigga?
(You with 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 the baker with your pies (Then rise)
Set up shop and distribute you live
It's Freeway in the place my squad
And we got it takes to dump the K, flip your ride!

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

It's in the place with State 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 to dump the D-E yeah

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

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

Murphy eighteen entertainin 'em
Twenty-one I'm clubbin' it
Fake ID for the of it
I'm just a boy, somewhat new boy
If you can't get Nelly you'a settle for who
Two toy carrier, two
One truck that seats six
Twenty-Twos to confuse the
Remove glasses, smoke up in my ashes
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 Lee in the place to be punk
And I got skunk to fill the whole blunt
I trips 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 head and lay
Finance a pay-down, heard I said now?
See how I procede caution
My crack fast all you niggas in horses
Moss', I play when I wanna
Nut check, gut check, 'cause I say I wanna
Around six in the six 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 hit while you was makin a turn
I strike a nerve and old 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 want just
One more hit please!
You the old man who should get a rapper's pension
No we ain't system call mic invention
I'm snitching? fact stay the fuck out the kitchen
Nelly with too many dimensions
Mid west, and we aim mid chest
on my side, too many in my tribe
Coupe outside who the want a ride?

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

It's Freeway in the place State P
And we got what it takes to the the mic right yeah!
Still 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 need 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!