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 here baby!
I you dog!

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

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

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

It's B Sig in the 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 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 what you say to B Sig
'Cause we got what it takes to dump the D-E

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

Lee's 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 can't get Nelly you'a for who boy?
Two toy carrier, two
One truck seats six asses
to confuse the masses
Remove glasses, smoke up in my ashes
I used to drive my stuff
Now the boy puttin' twenties on the Bomb Pop truck
I make go back to the block
They be like "maybe I was off selling rocks"
I'm Murphey Lee in the place to be
And I got enough to fill the whole blunt
I take trips with chumps up in my
And I take 'em far to a safe place to dump

It's Mister
I'm ya dirty go head and lay down
Finance a pay-down, heard what I said
See how I procede with
My whip fast all you niggas in horses
Moss', I play when I wanna
Nut check, gut check, I say what I wanna
Around six in the six with the
Sixers, six Julius Irv'
Cris and the herb, make it hard to
Throw your hands up, if you didn't your rim on the curb
You gettin't hit while you was a turn
I a nerve and old MC's wantin' a comeback
I got repsect but lost and that's a fact
Like K, nooone here even your name
R, You really feeling bout something man
S, Sad to see you really just just
One hit please please!
You the old man who should get a rapper's pension
No we ain't call this mic invention
I'm snitching? Matter fact 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
outside who the fuck want a ride?

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 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!
Still what you say to B Sig
we got what it takes to dump the D-E yeah

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