Luyện nghe bài hát Roc The Mic (remix)

You know we had to do a remix
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 State P
And we got it takes to rock the mic right yeah!
watch what you say to B. Sig
'Cause I still will your ass the fuck out

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

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

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

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

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

It's Murph dun in the with Nelly
And I got what it takes to rock the mic yeah!
You watch what you say to my face
'Cause I got what it takes to shake the 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 seats six asses
to confuse the masses
Remove glasses, blow up in my ashes
I used to drive my stuff
Now the school boy puttin' twenties on the Pop truck
I make rappers go back to the
They be like "maybe I was better off rocks"
I'm Lee in the place to be punk
And I got enough skunk to the whole blunt
I take trips chumps up in my trunk
And I take 'em real far to a place to dump

Mister countdown
I'm with ya go head and lay down
Finance a pay-down, what I said now?
See how I with caution
My whip crack fast all you in horses
Randy Moss', I when I wanna
Nut check, gut check, 'cause I say what I
Around six in the six with the
Sixers, number six Irv'
Cris and the herb, make it to swirve
Throw your hands up, if you didn't bang your rim on the
You hit while you was makin a turn
I strike a and old MC's wantin' a comeback
I got repsect but it's lost and a fact
Like K, nooone here even said name
R, You really feeling bout something man
S, Sad to see you really just want
One more hit please!
You the first old man who should get a rapper's
No we ain't system call this mic
I'm snitching? Matter fact stay the fuck out the
Nelly kickin' with too many
Mid west, and we aim mid chest
Duked on my side, too many in my
Coupe outside who the fuck want a

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

It's in the place with State P
And we got it takes to the rock the mic right yeah!
watch what you say to B Sig
'Cause we got what it takes to 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 bang yo-self!
Yeah yeah! It's the, it's the Roc
Ho! Ho! Ho! Ho! Ho!