Luyện nghe bài hát Roc The Mic (remix)

You know we had to do a 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!
watch what you say to B. Sig
'Cause I still knock your ass the fuck out

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

It's Free,
Blow with Mac Mittens
(No we didn't) Yes we did!
(Switch beginnings) Smith and Wesson
Bring the broads down with
(Leave a in your crib)
a play nigga?
(You with some made niggas)
Hit him the AK nigga (free no you didn't)
Yes I did
Overpayed shit? a minute, when this fakin
the cake up out his crib
(Then slide, uh)
I'm like the with your pies (Then rise)
Set up shop and where you live
Freeway in the place with my squad
And we got what it takes to the K, flip your ride!

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

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 takes to the D-E yeah

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

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

Lee's eighteen entertainin 'em
Twenty-one I'm clubbin' it
Fake ID for the of it
I'm a school boy, somewhat new boy
If you can't get you'a settle for who boy?
Two toy carrier, two
One truck seats six asses
Twenty-Twos to the masses
Remove glasses, blow smoke up in my
I used to drive my mama
Now the boy puttin' twenties on the Bomb Pop truck
I make rappers go to the block
They be like "maybe I was off selling rocks"
I'm Murphey Lee in the place to be
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 place to dump

It's Mister
I'm with ya dirty go and lay down
Finance a pay-down, heard what I now?
See how I procede with
My whip crack all you niggas in horses
Randy Moss', I play I wanna
Nut check, gut check, I say what I wanna
six in the six with the throwback
Sixers, number six Julius
and the herb, make it hard to swirve
Throw your hands up, if you didn't bang your rim on the
You gettin't hit while you was makin a
I strike a nerve and old wantin' a comeback
I got repsect but it's lost and that's a
K, nooone here even said your name
R, You feeling guilty bout something man
S, Sad to see you really want just
One hit please 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 about mid
on my side, too many in my tribe
Coupe outside who the want a ride?

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

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

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