Luyện nghe bài hát Roc The Mic (remix)

You know we had to do a right?
Ho! Ho! Ho! Ho! (free)
All you Gunnerz!
Hey Just, this the one right baby!
I you dog!

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

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

Free, listen
Blow trees Mac Mittens
(No we didn't) Yes we did!
(Switch beginnings) Smith and Wesson
the broads down with ribbons
(Leave a in your crib)
a play nigga?
(You fucking with some niggas)
Hit him with the AK (free no you didn't)
Yes I did
Overpayed shit? Wait a minute, when this
Snatch the up out his crib
(Then slide, uh)
I'm like the with your pies (Then rise)
Set up shop and distribute where you
It's Freeway in the place with my
And we got what it to dump the K, flip 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 Young
'Cause 50 shots will turn the club out ho

Freeway in the place with State P
And we got what it takes to the rock the mic Yeah!
Still watch you say to B Sig
we got what it takes to dump the D-E yeah

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

It's Murph dun in the place 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 place

Murphy eighteen entertainin 'em
Twenty-one I'm clubbin' it
Fake ID for the of it
I'm just a school boy, new boy
If you get Nelly you'a settle 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 used to drive my mama
Now the school boy puttin' on the Bomb Pop truck
I make rappers go back to the
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 take trips with up in my trunk
And I 'em real far to a safe place to dump

It's countdown
I'm ya dirty go head and lay down
Finance a pay-down, what I said now?
See how I procede caution
My whip crack all you niggas in horses
Randy Moss', I play I wanna
Nut check, gut check, 'cause I say what I
six in the six with the throwback
Sixers, number six Irv'
Cris and the herb, make it hard to
Throw your hands up, if you didn't your rim on the curb
You gettin't hit while you was a turn
I strike a nerve and old wantin' a comeback
I got repsect but it's and that's a fact
Like K, nooone even said your name
R, You really guilty bout something man
S, Sad to see you really just want
One more hit please!
You the first old man who should get a pension
No we ain't system call this mic
I'm snitching? Matter 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?

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

It's Freeway in the place State P
And we got it takes 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

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! It's the, it's the Roc nigga
Ho! Ho! Ho! Ho! Ho!