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, the one right here baby!
I you dog!

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

I bring the hood when I'm
Scrap unraveling
smoke good 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 it if you get that close
You're scared to clap 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 with Mac Mittens
(No we didn't) Yes we did!
(Switch beginnings) Smith and Wesson
Bring the broads down ribbons
(Leave a mess in crib)
a play nigga?
(You fucking with made niggas)
Hit him with the AK (free no you didn't)
Yes I did
Overpayed shit? Wait a minute, when this
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
Freeway in the place with my squad
And we got what it takes to the K, flip your ride!

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

It's Freeway in the place with 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 dump the D-E

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

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

Murphy Lee's eighteen 'em
Twenty-one when I'm it
Fake ID for the of it
I'm just a school boy, new boy
If you can't get you'a settle for who boy?
Two toy carrier, two
One that seats six asses
Twenty-Twos to confuse the
glasses, blow smoke up in my ashes
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 Murphey Lee in the place to be
And I got enough to fill the whole blunt
I trips with chumps up in my trunk
And I 'em real far to a safe 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 procede caution
My whip crack fast all you in horses
Moss', I play when I wanna
Nut check, gut check, I say what I wanna
Around six in the six with the
Sixers, six Julius Irv'
and the herb, make it hard to swirve
Throw your up, if you didn't bang your rim on the curb
You gettin't hit you was makin a turn
I a nerve and old MC's wantin' a comeback
I got repsect but lost and that's a fact
Like K, nooone here even said your
R, You really feeling guilty something man
S, Sad to see you really just want
One hit please please!
You the first old man who should get a pension
No we system call this mic invention
I'm snitching? Matter fact stay the out the kitchen
Nelly kickin' with too many
Mid west, and we aim mid chest
on my side, too many in my tribe
Coupe outside who the fuck a ride?

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

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

All a need to one yo self
Go get the burner nigga yo-self!
All a y'all to one yo self
Go get the burner bang yo-self!
Yeah yeah! It's the, it's the Roc
Ho! Ho! Ho! Ho! Ho!