Luyện nghe bài hát Roc The Mic (remix)

You we had to do a remix right?
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!
watch what you say to B. Sig
'Cause I will knock your ass the fuck out

I bring the hood I'm traveling
Scrap unraveling
Scrap smoke when we traveling
Forget the 'cause the K's fit good in the Caravan
I clap up your hood 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 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) and Wesson precision
Bring the broads down with
(Leave a in your crib)
a play nigga?
(You fucking with some niggas)
Hit him the AK nigga (free no you didn't)
Yes I did
Overpayed shit? Wait a minute, this fakin
the cake up out his crib
(Then slide, uh)
I'm like the baker your pies (Then rise)
Set up and distribute where you live
It's Freeway in the with my squad
And we got what it to dump the K, flip your ride!

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

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

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

It's Murph dun in the with Nelly
And I got what it takes to rock the mic 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 get Nelly you'a settle for who boy?
Two toy carrier, two
One truck that six asses
Twenty-Twos to confuse the
glasses, blow smoke up in my ashes
I used to my mama stuff
Now the school boy twenties on the Bomb Pop truck
I make rappers go back to the
be like "maybe I was better off selling rocks"
I'm Murphey Lee in the place to be
And I got enough skunk to fill the whole
I take trips with chumps up in my
And I take 'em real far to a safe place to

It's countdown
I'm ya dirty go head and lay down
Finance a pay-down, heard what I said
See how I with caution
My whip crack fast all you in horses
Randy Moss', I when I wanna
Nut check, gut check, 'cause I say I wanna
Around six in the six with the
Sixers, six Julius Irv'
Cris and the herb, make it hard to
your hands up, if you didn't bang your rim on the curb
You hit while you was makin a turn
I strike a nerve and old wantin' a comeback
I got repsect but it's lost and a fact
Like K, nooone here even your name
R, You really guilty bout something man
S, Sad to see you really just want
One hit please please!
You the first old man who get a rapper's pension
No we ain't system call this mic
I'm snitching? Matter fact stay the fuck out the
Nelly kickin' with too dimensions
Mid west, and we aim mid chest
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 it takes to rock the mic right yeah!
You better watch what you say herre
'Cause theres on my waste to make the whole place break

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

All a need 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! It's the, it's the Roc
Ho! Ho! Ho! Ho! Ho!