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, the one right 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 the hood when I'm traveling
Scrap backwoods
Scrap smoke good we traveling
the Mac's 'cause the K's fit good in the Caravan
I clap up your hood like the man
Bring gat, better bust it if you get that close
You're scared to clap better strap folks (strap, your, folks)
Who want beef with P,
Enemies try to to me
Negative they get that close

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

It's B Sig in the with State P
And I got what it takes to rock the mic yeah!
watch what you say to Young freak
'Cause 50 shots still turn 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 it takes to rock the mic right yeah!
You better watch you say around herre
'Cause somethin on my waste to make 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 what you say to my face
I got what it takes to shake the whole place

Murphy eighteen entertainin 'em
Twenty-one when I'm it
Fake ID for the of it
I'm a school boy, somewhat new boy
If you can't get Nelly you'a for who boy?
Two toy carrier, two
One truck seats six asses
Twenty-Twos to confuse the
glasses, blow smoke up in my ashes
I used to drive my mama
Now the school boy puttin' twenties on the Pop truck
I make go back to the block
They be like "maybe I was better off rocks"
I'm Lee in the place to be punk
And I got enough skunk to fill the blunt
I take trips chumps up in my trunk
And I 'em real far to a safe place to dump

It's Mister
I'm with ya go head and lay down
Finance a pay-down, what I said now?
See how I procede caution
My crack fast all you niggas in horses
Randy Moss', I when I wanna
Nut check, gut check, I say what I wanna
Around six in the six the throwback
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 hit while you was makin a turn
I strike a nerve and old MC's a comeback
I got repsect but lost and that's a fact
Like K, nooone here even said your
R, You really feeling guilty bout man
S, Sad to see you really just just
One more hit please!
You the old man who should get a rapper's pension
No we system call this mic invention
I'm Matter fact stay the fuck out the kitchen
Nelly kickin' with too dimensions
Mid west, and we aim mid chest
Duked on my side, too in my tribe
Coupe outside who the fuck want a

It's Nelly in the place 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 make the whole place

Freeway in the place with 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 takes to the D-E yeah

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