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

I bring the hood when I'm
Scrap backwoods
Scrap smoke good when we
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 close
You're scared to clap better your folks (strap, your, folks)
Who want beef State P,
try to speak to me
Negative they don't get close

It's Free,
trees with Mac Mittens
(No we didn't) Yes we did!
(Switch beginnings) Smith and precision
Bring the down with ribbons
(Leave a mess in crib)
Caught a 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 baker with your (Then rise)
Set up shop and distribute where you
Freeway in the place with my squad
And we got what it takes to dump the K, your ride!

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

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

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

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

Murphy Lee's entertainin 'em
Twenty-one 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
Twenty-Twos to the masses
glasses, blow smoke up in my ashes
I used to drive my stuff
Now the school boy puttin' on the Bomb Pop truck
I make rappers go back to the
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 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
a pay-down, heard what I said now?
See how I with caution
My whip 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 Julius
Cris and the herb, it hard to swirve
Throw hands up, if you didn't bang your rim on the curb
You hit while you was makin a turn
I strike a nerve and old MC's a comeback
I got repsect but it's lost and that's a
Like K, here 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 ain't 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
Coupe outside who the fuck want a

Nelly in the place 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 the whole place break

It's Freeway in the place State 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

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