Luyện nghe bài hát Roc The Mic (remix)

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

I the hood when I'm traveling
Scrap unraveling
smoke 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 that
You're to clap better strap your folks (strap, your, folks)
Who want with State P,
try to speak to me
Negative don't get that close

It's Free,
Blow trees with Mac
(No we didn't) Yes we did!
(Switch beginnings) and Wesson precision
the broads down with ribbons
(Leave a in your crib)
a play nigga?
(You fucking with made 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 with your pies (Then rise)
Set up and distribute where you live
It's Freeway in the place my squad
And we got what it takes to the K, flip your ride!

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

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

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

It's dun in the place with Nelly
And I got what it 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 just a school boy, new boy
If you can't get Nelly you'a for who boy?
Two toy carrier, two
One truck that six asses
Twenty-Twos to the masses
Remove glasses, blow smoke up in my
I used to my mama stuff
Now the school boy puttin' twenties on the Pop truck
I make rappers go to the block
They be like "maybe I was off selling rocks"
I'm Murphey Lee in the to be punk
And I got enough skunk to fill the blunt
I take trips with chumps up in my
And I take 'em real far to a safe place to

It's countdown
I'm with ya dirty go head and lay
a pay-down, heard what I said now?
See how I procede caution
My crack fast all you niggas in horses
Randy Moss', I play when I
Nut check, gut check, 'cause I say I wanna
six in the six with the throwback
Sixers, six Julius Irv'
Cris and the herb, it hard to swirve
Throw your hands up, if you didn't bang rim on the curb
You gettin't hit while you was makin a
I strike a and old MC's wantin' a comeback
I got repsect but it's lost and a fact
K, nooone here even said your name
R, You really feeling guilty something man
S, Sad to see you just want just
One more hit please!
You the first old man who should get a rapper's
No we system call this mic invention
I'm snitching? Matter stay 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 it takes to rock the mic right yeah!
You better watch you say around herre
'Cause theres somethin on my waste to make the whole place

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
'Cause we got what it to dump the D-E yeah

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