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

Free, listen
Blow trees Mac Mittens
(No we didn't) Yes we did!
(Switch beginnings) and Wesson precision
Bring the broads down ribbons
(Leave a in your crib)
Caught a nigga?
(You with some made niggas)
Hit him with the AK (free no you didn't)
Yes I did
Overpayed shit? Wait a minute, when this
the cake up out his crib
(Then slide, uh)
I'm like the baker with your (Then rise)
Set up and distribute where you live
It's Freeway in the place my squad
And we got what it takes to dump the K, your ride!

It's B Sig in the place with 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

It's in the place with 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 to dump the D-E yeah

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

Lee's eighteen entertainin 'em
Twenty-one I'm clubbin' it
ID for the fuck of it
I'm just a school boy, new boy
If you can't get you'a settle for who boy?
Two toy carrier, two
One that seats six asses
Twenty-Twos to confuse the
Remove glasses, blow up in my ashes
I used to my mama stuff
Now the school boy puttin' on the Bomb Pop truck
I make rappers go to the block
They be like "maybe I was better off rocks"
I'm Murphey Lee in the place to be
And I got enough to fill the whole blunt
I take trips with up in my trunk
And I take 'em real far to a safe to dump

It's Mister
I'm with ya dirty go head and lay
Finance a pay-down, heard what I said
See how I procede with
My whip crack fast all you niggas in
Randy Moss', I play when I
Nut check, gut check, 'cause I say I wanna
Around six in the six the throwback
Sixers, number six Julius
Cris and the herb, make it 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 that's a
Like K, nooone here even your name
R, You really feeling bout something man
S, Sad to see you really want just
One hit please please!
You the first old man who get a rapper's pension
No we system call this mic invention
I'm snitching? Matter fact the fuck out the kitchen
Nelly kickin' with too many
Mid west, and we aim about mid
Duked on my side, too in my tribe
Coupe who the fuck want a ride?

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 herre
'Cause theres on my waste to make the whole place break

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

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