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!

B Sig in the place with State P
And we got it takes to rock the mic right yeah!
Still watch you say to B. Sig
'Cause I will knock your ass the fuck out

I bring the hood I'm traveling
backwoods unraveling
Scrap smoke good when we
the Mac's 'cause the K's fit good in the Caravan
I clap up your hood like the man
Bring your gat, better it if you get that close
You're scared to better strap 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 trees Mac Mittens
(No we didn't) Yes we did!
(Switch beginnings) Smith and Wesson
the broads down with ribbons
(Leave a in your crib)
a play nigga?
(You fucking some made niggas)
Hit him with the AK (free no you didn't)
Yes I did
Overpayed Wait a minute, when this fakin
Snatch the up out his crib
(Then slide, uh)
I'm like the baker your pies (Then rise)
Set up shop and distribute you live
It's Freeway in the place my squad
And we got what it takes to dump the K, flip ride!

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

Freeway in the place 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 to dump the D-E yeah

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

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

Murphy Lee's eighteen 'em
Twenty-one when I'm it
ID for the fuck 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 that six asses
to confuse the masses
Remove glasses, blow up in my ashes
I used to my mama stuff
Now the school boy twenties on the Bomb Pop truck
I make rappers go back to the
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 trips with chumps up in my trunk
And I take 'em far to a safe place to dump

It's Mister
I'm with ya dirty go and lay down
Finance a pay-down, heard what I now?
See how I procede caution
My whip fast all you niggas in horses
Randy Moss', I play when I
Nut check, gut check, I say what I wanna
Around six in the six with the
Sixers, six Julius Irv'
Cris and the herb, make it hard to
Throw your hands up, if you bang your rim on the curb
You gettin't hit you was makin a turn
I strike a nerve and old MC's wantin' a
I got repsect but it's and that's a fact
Like K, here even said your name
R, You really feeling guilty something man
S, Sad to see you really 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 fact stay the out the kitchen
Nelly kickin' too many dimensions
Mid west, and we aim mid chest
on my side, too many in my tribe
Coupe outside who the fuck a ride?

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

It's Freeway in the place with P
And we got it takes to the rock the mic right yeah!
Still what you say to B Sig
'Cause we got it takes 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 burner nigga yo-self!
yeah! It's the, it's the Roc nigga
Ho! Ho! Ho! Ho! Ho!