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, this the one here baby!
I you dog!

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

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

It's Free,
Blow trees with Mac
(No we didn't) Yes we did!
(Switch beginnings) and Wesson precision
the broads down with ribbons
(Leave a mess in crib)
a play nigga?
(You fucking with made niggas)
Hit him the AK nigga (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 with your pies (Then rise)
Set up shop and distribute where you
It's Freeway in the place my squad
And we got what it takes to 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 you say to Young freak
'Cause 50 shots still will the club out ho

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
'Cause we got what it to dump the D-E yeah

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

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

Murphy Lee's entertainin 'em
when I'm clubbin' it
Fake ID for the of it
I'm just a boy, somewhat new boy
If you can't get Nelly you'a settle for who
Two toy carrier, two
One truck that six asses
to confuse the masses
Remove glasses, smoke up in my ashes
I used to drive my mama
Now the school boy twenties on the Bomb Pop truck
I make rappers go back to the
They be like "maybe I was off selling rocks"
I'm Lee in the place to be punk
And I got skunk to fill the whole blunt
I trips with chumps up in my trunk
And I take 'em real far to a safe place to

It's Mister
I'm with ya dirty go and lay down
Finance a pay-down, what I said now?
See how I procede caution
My whip crack fast all you niggas in
Moss', I play when I wanna
Nut check, gut check, 'cause I say what I
Around six in the six the throwback
Sixers, number six Julius
Cris and the herb, make it hard to
Throw your hands up, if you didn't bang your rim on the
You hit while you was makin a turn
I strike a and old MC's wantin' a comeback
I got repsect but it's lost and a fact
K, nooone here even said your name
R, You really feeling guilty something man
S, Sad to see you really just just
One hit please please!
You the first old man who should get a rapper's
No we ain't system this mic invention
I'm Matter fact stay the fuck out the kitchen
Nelly kickin' too many dimensions
Mid west, and we aim mid chest
Duked on my side, too in my tribe
Coupe who the fuck want a ride?

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