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 rock the mic yeah!
Still watch you say to B. Sig
I still will knock your ass the fuck out

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

It's Free,
Blow with Mac Mittens
(No we didn't) Yes we did!
(Switch beginnings) Smith and precision
Bring the down with ribbons
(Leave a in your crib)
Caught a play
(You with some made niggas)
Hit him the AK nigga (free no you didn't)
Yes I did
Overpayed Wait a minute, when this fakin
Snatch the cake up out his
(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 with my
And we got what it takes to dump the K, flip ride!

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

It's Freeway in the place State 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

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

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

Murphy Lee's entertainin 'em
Twenty-one when I'm it
Fake ID for the of it
I'm just a school boy, new boy
If you get Nelly you'a 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 to drive my mama stuff
Now the school boy puttin' twenties on the Bomb Pop
I make rappers go back to the
They be "maybe I was better off selling rocks"
I'm Murphey Lee in the to be punk
And I got enough skunk to fill the whole
I take trips with chumps up in my
And I take 'em real far to a place to dump

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

Nelly 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 waste to make the whole break

It's Freeway in the place State P
And we got what it takes to the the mic right yeah!
Still 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 nigga yo-self!
All a y'all to one yo self
Go get the burner bang yo-self!
Yeah yeah! the, it's the Roc nigga
Ho! Ho! Ho! Ho! Ho!