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 to rock the mic right yeah!
Still what you say to B. Sig
'Cause I still will knock your ass the out

I bring the when I'm traveling
Scrap backwoods
Scrap good when we traveling
Forget the Mac's 'cause the K's fit 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 better your folks (strap, your, folks)
Who beef with State P,
try to speak to me
Negative they don't get that

It's Free,
Blow with Mac Mittens
(No we didn't) Yes we did!
(Switch beginnings) and Wesson precision
Bring the broads 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
shit? Wait a minute, when this fakin
Snatch the cake up out his
(Then slide, uh)
I'm like the baker with your (Then rise)
Set up shop and where you live
It's in the place with my squad
And we got what it takes to dump the K, your ride!

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

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

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

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

Murphy Lee's eighteen 'em
when 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 that seats six asses
Twenty-Twos to confuse the
glasses, blow smoke up in my ashes
I used to drive my stuff
Now the school boy twenties on the Bomb Pop truck
I make go back to the block
be like "maybe I was better off selling rocks"
I'm Murphey Lee in the place to be
And I got enough skunk to fill the blunt
I take with chumps up in my trunk
And I take 'em real far to a safe place to

Mister countdown
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 when I
Nut check, gut check, 'cause I say what I
six in the six with the throwback
Sixers, number six Irv'
and the herb, make it hard to swirve
Throw hands up, if you didn't bang your rim on the curb
You gettin't hit while you was makin a
I a nerve and old MC's wantin' a comeback
I got repsect but lost and that's a fact
K, nooone here even said your name
R, You really feeling guilty something man
S, Sad to see you really just want
One hit please please!
You the first old man who should get a rapper's
No we ain't system call this mic
I'm Matter fact stay the fuck out the kitchen
Nelly kickin' too many dimensions
Mid west, and we aim about mid
Duked on my side, too in my tribe
Coupe outside who the fuck want a

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