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, the one right here baby!
I you dog!

B Sig in the place with State P
And we got it takes to rock the mic right yeah!
watch 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
Forget the Mac's the K's fit good in the Caravan
I clap up hood like the hammer man
Bring gat, better bust it if you get that close
You're scared to better strap your folks (strap, your, folks)
Who want beef State P,
try to speak to me
Negative they get that close

It's Free,
Blow with Mac Mittens
(No we didn't) Yes we did!
(Switch beginnings) Smith and precision
Bring the broads down with
(Leave a mess in crib)
Caught a nigga?
(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 your pies (Then rise)
Set up shop and distribute where you
Freeway in the place with my squad
And we got what it takes to dump the K, flip ride!

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

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

Murph dun in the place with Nelly
And I got what it takes to the mic right yeah!
You better watch you say to my face
'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 school boy, new boy
If you get Nelly you'a settle for who boy?
Two toy carrier, two
One truck seats six asses
to confuse the masses
Remove glasses, blow smoke up in my
I to drive my mama stuff
Now the school boy twenties on the Bomb Pop truck
I make rappers go back to the
They be like "maybe I was off selling rocks"
I'm Murphey Lee in the place to be
And I got skunk to fill the whole blunt
I take trips with chumps up in my
And I take 'em real far to a safe place to

Mister countdown
I'm with ya go head and lay down
Finance a pay-down, heard I said now?
See how I with caution
My whip crack fast all you niggas in
Moss', I play when I wanna
Nut check, gut check, 'cause I say I wanna
Around six in the six with the
Sixers, number six Irv'
Cris and the herb, it hard to swirve
your hands up, if you didn't bang your rim on the curb
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 that's a
Like K, nooone here even said your
R, You really feeling guilty something man
S, Sad to see you really just just
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 stay the fuck out the kitchen
Nelly kickin' with too many
Mid west, and we aim mid chest
on my side, too many in my tribe
Coupe outside who the fuck want a

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

It's Freeway in the place State P
And we got what it takes to the rock the mic yeah!
Still watch 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 burner nigga yo-self!
All a need to one yo self
Go get the nigga bang yo-self!
Yeah yeah! It's the, the Roc nigga
Ho! Ho! Ho! Ho! Ho!