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

I bring the hood when I'm
backwoods unraveling
Scrap good when we traveling
the Mac's '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 clap better strap folks (strap, your, folks)
Who want beef State P,
try to speak to me
Negative they don't get that

Free, listen
Blow with Mac Mittens
(No we didn't) Yes we did!
(Switch beginnings) and Wesson precision
the broads down with ribbons
(Leave a mess in crib)
Caught a nigga?
(You with some made niggas)
Hit him with the AK (free no you didn't)
Yes I did
Overpayed shit? Wait a minute, this fakin
Snatch the up out his crib
(Then slide, uh)
I'm like the baker with your (Then rise)
Set up shop and distribute you live
It's Freeway in the place my squad
And we got what it takes to dump the K, your ride!

It's B Sig in the place with P
And I got what it takes to rock the mic yeah!
Still watch you say to Young freak
50 shots still will 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!
watch what you say to B Sig
'Cause we got it takes to dump the D-E yeah

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

Lee's eighteen entertainin 'em
Twenty-one when I'm it
ID for the fuck 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 six asses
Twenty-Twos to the masses
Remove glasses, smoke up in my ashes
I used to my mama stuff
Now the boy puttin' twenties on the Bomb Pop truck
I make rappers go to the block
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 blunt
I take trips with chumps up in my
And I 'em real far to a safe place to dump

It's countdown
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
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 bang rim on the curb
You gettin't hit you was makin a turn
I strike a 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 get a rapper's pension
No we system call this mic invention
I'm snitching? Matter fact stay the fuck out the
Nelly with too many dimensions
Mid west, and we aim about mid
Duked on my side, too in my tribe
outside who the fuck want a ride?

It's Nelly in the place with Lee
And I got what it takes to rock the mic 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 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 need to one yo self
Go get the nigga bang yo-self!
Yeah yeah! It's the, the Roc nigga
Ho! Ho! Ho! Ho! Ho!