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, this the one here baby!
I you dog!

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

I bring the when I'm traveling
Scrap unraveling
Scrap smoke good when we
the Mac's 'cause the K's fit good in the Caravan
I clap up your hood the hammer man
Bring your gat, better bust it if you get that
scared to clap better strap your folks (strap, your, folks)
Who want beef with P,
Enemies try to to me
they don't get that close

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)
Caught a nigga?
(You fucking some made niggas)
Hit him with the AK (free no you didn't)
Yes I did
Overpayed shit? 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 where you live
It's Freeway in the place with my
And we got it takes to dump the K, flip your ride!

It's B Sig in the 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 with P
And we got it takes to the rock the mic right Yeah!
Still watch you say to B Sig
'Cause we got it takes 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 around
theres somethin on my waste to make the whole place break

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

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

It's countdown
I'm with ya dirty go and lay down
Finance a pay-down, heard what I now?
See how I with caution
My whip crack 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, number six Julius
and the herb, make it hard to swirve
Throw your hands up, if you didn't your rim on the curb
You gettin't hit you was makin a turn
I strike a and old MC's wantin' a comeback
I got repsect but it's and that's a fact
Like K, nooone here even your name
R, You really feeling guilty something man
S, Sad to see you just want just
One hit please please!
You the old man who should get a rapper's pension
No we system call this mic invention
I'm snitching? Matter fact the fuck out the kitchen
Nelly kickin' too many dimensions
Mid west, and we aim about mid
Duked on my side, too many in my
outside who the fuck want a ride?

It's Nelly in the 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

It's 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
we got what it takes to dump the D-E yeah

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