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 right baby!
I you dog!

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

I the hood when I'm traveling
Scrap 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 your (strap, your, folks)
Who want beef State P,
Enemies try to to me
Negative they get that close

It's Free,
Blow trees Mac Mittens
(No we didn't) Yes we did!
(Switch beginnings) Smith and precision
the broads down with ribbons
(Leave a mess in crib)
a play nigga?
(You fucking some made niggas)
Hit him the AK nigga (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 baker your pies (Then rise)
Set up shop and where you live
It's Freeway in the place with my
And we got what it takes to dump the K, your ride!

It's B Sig in the place State P
And I got what it to rock the mic right yeah!
Still watch what you say to freak
'Cause 50 shots still will the club out ho

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

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 around
'Cause theres somethin on my waste to make the whole place

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

Murphy eighteen entertainin 'em
Twenty-one when I'm it
Fake ID for the of it
I'm just a boy, somewhat new boy
If you get Nelly you'a settle for who boy?
Two toy carrier, two
One truck seats six asses
to confuse the masses
Remove glasses, blow smoke up in my
I used to drive my stuff
Now the school boy twenties on the Bomb Pop truck
I make rappers go back to the
be like "maybe I was better off selling rocks"
I'm Lee in the place to be punk
And I got enough skunk to fill the blunt
I take trips chumps up in my trunk
And I take 'em real far to a safe to dump

It's Mister
I'm with ya 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 when I wanna
Nut check, gut check, 'cause I say I wanna
Around six in the six the throwback
Sixers, number six Julius
Cris and the herb, make it to swirve
Throw your hands up, if you didn't bang rim on the curb
You gettin't hit while you was a turn
I strike a nerve and old MC's a comeback
I got but it's lost and that's a fact
Like K, nooone even said your name
R, You really feeling guilty bout man
S, Sad to see you just want just
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 out the kitchen
Nelly kickin' with too many
Mid west, and we aim about mid
on my side, too many 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 watch what you say around
theres somethin on my waste to make the whole place break

It's in the place with State P
And we got what it 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

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