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 takes to rock the mic yeah!
watch what you say to B. Sig
'Cause I still will knock ass the fuck out

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

Free, listen
Blow trees Mac Mittens
(No we didn't) Yes we did!
(Switch beginnings) Smith and Wesson
Bring the broads 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 cake up out his
(Then slide, uh)
I'm like the baker with your (Then rise)
Set up and distribute where 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 it takes to rock the mic right yeah!
Still watch what you say to freak
'Cause 50 shots still turn the club out ho

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

It's Nelly in the place with 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 make the whole break

Murph 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 what it takes to shake the whole

Murphy Lee's eighteen 'em
when I'm clubbin' it
Fake ID for the of it
I'm just a school boy, new boy
If you can't get Nelly settle for who boy?
Two toy carrier, two
One truck that seats six
to confuse the masses
Remove glasses, blow up in my ashes
I to drive my mama stuff
Now the school boy puttin' twenties on the Pop truck
I make rappers go to the block
They be "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 up in my trunk
And I take 'em far to a safe place to dump

It's Mister
I'm ya dirty go head and lay down
a pay-down, heard what I said now?
See how I procede with
My whip crack fast all you niggas in
Moss', I play when I wanna
Nut check, gut check, I say what I wanna
Around six in the six the throwback
Sixers, number six Irv'
Cris and the herb, it hard to swirve
Throw your hands up, if you didn't 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 feeling guilty bout 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 Matter fact stay the fuck out the kitchen
Nelly kickin' with too many
Mid west, and we aim mid chest
Duked on my side, too many in my
Coupe outside who the fuck a ride?

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

Freeway in the place with 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

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