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 right baby!
I you dog!

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

I bring the hood I'm traveling
backwoods unraveling
Scrap smoke good we traveling
Forget the Mac's 'cause the K's fit good in the
I clap up your like the hammer man
your gat, better bust it if you get that close
You're scared to clap better your folks (strap, your, folks)
Who want with State P,
Enemies try to to me
Negative they get that close

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

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

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

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

It's Murph dun in the place with
And I got what it to rock 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
when I'm clubbin' it
Fake ID for the of it
I'm just a school boy, new boy
If you can't get Nelly you'a settle for who
Two toy carrier, two
One truck that six asses
Twenty-Twos to the masses
Remove glasses, blow up in my ashes
I to drive my mama stuff
Now the school boy twenties on the Bomb Pop truck
I make go back 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 to fill the whole blunt
I trips with chumps up in my trunk
And I take 'em real far to a place to dump

It's Mister
I'm with ya dirty go and lay down
a pay-down, heard what I said now?
See how I procede with
My whip crack all you niggas in horses
Randy Moss', I play when I
Nut check, gut check, I say what I wanna
six in the six with the throwback
Sixers, number six Julius
Cris and the herb, it hard to swirve
Throw hands up, if you didn't bang your rim on the curb
You gettin't hit while you was makin a
I strike a nerve and old wantin' a comeback
I got repsect but it's lost and a fact
K, nooone here even said your name
R, You feeling guilty bout something man
S, Sad to see you really just 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 stay the fuck out the
Nelly kickin' with too many
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 with Murph Lee
And I got what it takes to the mic right yeah!
You better watch what you say around
'Cause theres on my waste to make the whole place break

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